Terra Incognita

Standing at the edge of a prisoners' island, Far down south where the wild things grow Life or death, it's a fragile line In this rugged land that we call home The bluest blues you will ever see, Red tracks lead the way, White sands stretch for days These whitewash dreams steal your hear away Stare into the sun as it makes its way 'round, Rising from the hills with a fiery glow Shines bright across the plains, Sinking to the depths where the wild things swim Waves roll from all around, Raw ocean swell Crashing on the rocks, the shallow banks, That guard these shores from bay to bay Look to the sky, look to the sea, Define the visions in front of me Look to the stars, back to the sea, Searching for answers might set us free In this land we call our home With the dirt that stains our skin, And the salt that fills our lungs It's the land I call my home The dirt on my skin and the salt in my lungs, Give me strength, solace inside Look to the sky, look to the sea, All of this beauty surrounds you and me Look to the stars, back to the sea, Searching for answers will set us free It's our island in the sun, This is our island in the sun