Islander

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