Islander - Robyn Sherwell

You are the garden in my heart

And I know of many a place to go

With no walls and high up spaces

Just these cliffs and their scarred faces

You are the ground on which I stand

And I know there’s only so far to run

With my dreams and all this fury

Wish these waves would crush right through me

Hold me up, I’m treading the water

Hold me up, I’m out of it all

Cause I’m not small, I’m an islander

Keep my head above the water

Salt in my eye, the ocean’s daughter

Cry my tears for the island, oh

Hey ya, Sarnia

Hey ya, Sarnia

So far, the garden was ___?

But I fear we’ll see a new frontier

With their guns and concrete problems

They wait here for a bomb to solve them