Disclaimer: I don't own Lost or any of its characters.
A plane crashes, forty-eight survive
All of us fighting for our lives
One is a man of science, the other a man of faith
None of us know who makes us feel safe
To follow one is to live in fear
He says we're alone way out here
The other says it's a greater plan
Says it's something bigger than man
He says that the crash is our destiny
That the island will come and help me
One sounds logical, the other insane
But on this island, where we crashed a plane
Things happen in the dark of night
People that stay just out of sight
Their whispers are carried through the breeze
Monsters run by and hide in the trees
A ship in the middle of land
A power cord hidden in sand
None of these things could possibly be real
These things we can't hear, see, or feel
But at the end of the day we feel deep down
That this place is different from the cities or towns
This place is magical, it doesn't really exist
I choose the second man to survive through this
So as our two teams wave and say good-bye
I look at the black smoke rising up into the sky
Smoke that can't be explained in a formula or book
You just believe that it's there by taking a look
He's chosen science, I've chosen faith
I just pray to god that I get out of this place