He fell in the lake,
the native boy,
who lived in island shaped like a ring
An island abundant in magic fruit
From trees whose roots drink from the lake
He fell in the lake,
the native boy
who had just become a man
Still young and curious
He questioned who he was
A boy who helped those who needed
A man who stood against unfair odds
A son who managed the hut with his father
A friend to "she"
Though he secretly loved her
He fell in the lake,
the native boy
The lake in which the indigenous believed special
that bore the fruit that granted long life
that solidified the scattered ashes of the dead
into smooth blue pebbles
...that brought oblivion to those who touched a mere drop
He fell in the lake,
the native boy
Crossing the bridge, with a flower at hand
Preparing a speech to his closest friend
"I've loved you for a while, I must confess"
But he'd take it with him through the broken planks
He fell in the lake,
the native boy
It pulled him to the bottom
He tried to hold on to each memory
But each one...forgotten
He fell in the lake,
the native boy