Smilin' on an island

If I was stranded on an island on my own 

With no phone I couldn't avoid feeling alone. 

The darkness may close in and fill my head with doubt. 

It's scary to think no one would hear me if I began to shout.

How did I get here? I'm surrounded by water with no swimwear. 

I could complain about my situation but I already did that and been there. 

After-all there's one thing that got me through it all. 

I do recall beautiful music when the birds began to call.

These melodies brought me cheer and lot of laughter. 

I remembered songs that brought me relief after.

It was these songs that made me smile during this disaster. 

 

 

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