When first you had come to this lonely isle
A fire were you to all things I desired
Your voice, your face, your existence - how vile
Of the gods' sick games, I had grown so tired.

You tried in vain to burn down every wall
But all I did was build them up higher
In hopes that troublesome raft give a call
And take you from this place, a task quite dire.

But when you left, of course the truth came out
Your fire I missed so they kept me from you
Despite your promise, there was no other route
So why weren't you kept far away too?

Now with me your fire burns more like the sun
It is clear that you were always the one.