Unholy island, soft buzz of the sun radiates.
Here is a rock they thought they gave you,
But your's is an uncharted fate.
Treat the stars like a road
when you have trouble letting go.
Wondrous, how they found you:
Sun-bleached and lungs all full of sand.
There are worlds yet to discover
Inside that one you have there in your hand.
Don't go back once you've left,
you'll have time to catch your breath.
There will be light, there will be rain
To come and wash it all away.
Heavy hands, withholding heart,
It was over before it even got to start.
Unholy island.

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