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Twenty-eight years since the fever rose,
Ash on the air like a winter snow.
The lucky drew lines on a tattered map,
Safe little circles on a world gone black.
I was born on an island carved out by the sea,
Salt on the wind, rust on the memories.
Father keeps watch, mother fights in her sleep,
A storm in her head that the dawn can’t keep.
[Chorus]
Across the causeway, across the fear—
I’m twelve years old, but hope lives here.
[Verse 2]
Father showed me the mainland scars,
Hollow-eyed cities and gutted cars.
The ragged ones howl at the iron skies,
While giants with bolts for crowns command their cries.
He said, “Boy, our water keeps the chaos out,”
But the tide can’t silence an aching doubt.
I saw the pyre on the distant shore,
A doctor’s blaze we can’t ignore.
[Chorus]
Across the causeway, across the fear—
I’m twelve years old, but hope lives here.
[Verse 3]
The moon paints bones on the empty shore,
Each step echoes with the elder wars.
Yet in my pocket a seashell sings
Of days before the rage took everything.
I won’t be a witness while you fade away,
I’ll barter my childhood for one more day.
[Chorus]
I’m running down the causeway, lantern in my hand,
Dodging teeth and anarchy to find a promised land.
If fire can be mercy, come burn the sickness clean;
We’ll rewrite the nightfall in a brighter shade of dream.
Across the causeway, beyond the tears—
Twenty-eight years of darkness, but your heartbeat steers.
[Outro]
Twenty-eight years gone, yet the sunrise waits—
A boy, a torch, and a mother’s fate.
Across the causeway, we cross the fear…
I’m twelve years old, and hope lives here.