I felt the sand in my fingers,
I felt the water on my toes.
The Island of my childhood, the Island bright and blue.
The Island of my childhood, the island that I knew.
The palm trees swayed, in Island breeze,
We share a Paupu in the sun.
Destinies, intertwined they say.
Maybe there lies some truth, for once.
The storm comes, thunder, lightning,
Tearing through the sky.
In fear of all, I run through the dark,
To find him.
He was there.
He was gone.
Fleeing, fighting
Shadows, strange
To the place we went alone.
Scribbling on the walls,
Stories we had never known.
She stood there, silent, still,
She turned and called my name.
I opened up my arms.
She was there.
She was gone.
Swept away from solace,
The Island ripped to shreds,
The water dried and gone,
My shadow looming, my shadow ahead.
Fear always at my back, screeching, scourging.
I fought, I always fought.
I was pulled away.
My Island was there.
My Island was gone.
