Stranded alone on an island,
A man floated among his dreams,
Tried to ignore his coming death,
Tried to silence the inner screams,

His world was shattered,
One fateful day,
When his plane fell down,
Into the bay,

He left his daughters,
And his wife,
Across the sea,
He left his life,

He drempt of home,
And many a night,
Against odds and nature,
He would fight,

For he was strong,
And determined was he,
For again with his family,
He would be,

He fought for months,
And on and on,
But no one would come,
To set eyes upon,

This lonely soul,
And tormented he,
Was tempted to himself,
From suffering free,

As he held the knife,
And scratched his skin,
He could hear the calling,
From deep within,

He knew that if he died,
There was no chance to see,
His daughters again,
Or with his wife to be,

So he pressed on,
And fought harder,
But it seemed from salvation,
He only got farther,

His heart and soul,
Were both shattered,
He could move on no more,
His will was tattered,

Then the chopper,
Flew into his cove,
And into the water,
His salvation dove,

As they moved onto land,
And toward his bed,
They found him lying,
Bitter, cold, and Dead,

Somewhere along,
Beings, fates, or gods,
Are harsh and cruel,
Ne'er sparing the rod

Life is not easy,
And never is fair,
But we must push through,
Even when no hope is there,

If we give up,
And bow our head,
Then we are crawling,
Into deaths bed,

The least we can do,
If fight on and long,
Till every ounce,
Of strength is gone,