Shallow black pot
Its nothing more than a shallow, black pot
Scratched and burned from years of fire too hot
It may not seem like much, but right now its my everything
I'm lost and can only hope to find a hot spring
With only this one, lone instrument
I know i can survive this event
Purifying water slowly comes to a boil
I use it to separate coconut and oil
I use it took cook and clean and collect
I'm not prepared in any aspect
Though the quiet is sometimes quite grand
It does get oh so lonely on this deserted island
Animals i can only describe as "scaries"
I use my pot to collect roots and berries
I'm lost and alone but I'm going to give it a shot
Because i have my shallow, black pot