My island home
My island home
The sand pelts my skin, as it blows with the wind. The waves lap at my toes, once again and again.
All this beauty surrounds me, near this magical sea. But one thing just dumbfounds me, why'd I leave-why'd I leave.
In the crystal blue waters, my spirit felt free. I gazed long at the wonders, and the views there to see.
On the shores I felt happy, near that magical sea. So my soul keeps on asking, why'd I leave-why'd I leave.
In the jungle waits adventure, and fruits beyond dreams. Where far in the distance, a menehuné man screams.
Standing just three feet tall, spear readied in hand. The menehuné sit waiting, to protect this great land.
They hide in the bushes, they hide in the trees. And again the thought pushes, why'd I leave-why'd I leave.
In great bamboo forests, all the canes block the light. But I assure it's the purest, of any dark sight.
As they sway with the breeze, ones mind sets at ease. But once again my words breathe, why'd I leave-why'd I leave.
Winding trails cross rivers, then journey through caves. In the pitch dark one quivers, but must remain brave.
For at the end of the darkness, you will find a great sight. Once your eyes readjust, to the quick change of light.
Right before you you'll find, a great cliff you must climb. But it's fantastic views, will be one of a kind.
You'll see fountains of water, pouring out from hillsides. As they carve through the mountains, you'll be filled with much pride.
Knowing all this is yours, for this moment in time. But I pray don't let go, for all this, was once mine.
It was mine to explore, it was all mine to roam. It was my sandy shore, it was my island home.
But now here in this city, I'm filled with self pity. As my heart slowly sinks, and my mood becomes shitty.
I always will grieve, this mistake I believe. And always will scream, why'd I leave-why'd I leave...