There are two islands where I am confined,

with vast and ever-changing skies,

under my feet and inside my mind.

Moving down the roads that twist and wind,

I stare toward the horizon and wait for sunrise.

There are two islands where I am confined.

Constantly uncertain of what I will find.

One by one cutting fears restless ties.

Under my feet and inside my mind.

Where ghosts ever linger to boast and remind

of life’s rollercoaster of lows and highs.

There are two islands where I am confined.

Where I endlessly search for treasures left behind

staring down at the things I’ve grown to despise,

under my feet and inside my mind.

Yet love and this land have begun to intwine

and I finally see with open eyes,

there are two islands where I am confined,

under my feet and inside my mind.