Island - Renaissance

There is an island

Where it should never be

Surrounded by suburban sea

And through the tired and hopeless waves

To where it’s free

I want to be there

For the rest of my time

There on the island

The sun is always bright

The moon sends the darkness away in the night

I know that it’s waiting

I know there’s a place ready for me

I want to be there

For the rest of my time

Warm sounds of windsongs

Come down through the trees

But far away tears are borne on the breeze

I’ll follow the raindrops

Cause sunshine and smiles are waiting for me

I want to be there

For the rest of my time