This island, who knows where it is
Alone, but not alone.
There is so much I need, yet only one thing I can't live without
All I need it my art kit.
This island, it holds a new story
I feel imprisoned, but I also feel free.
I will draw, paint, sculpt, carve the new life that awaits me
Blue skies and waters, warm sun and sand
All belonging to a story that will be created through images.
You see a tree, I see a new home
One I can create all by my own.
Every stroke, every smear, every line
Can create story that will be left behind.
One picture, many will think, is with a thousand words
I believe this island which now live on is worth a million.
This island, who knows what is was
Stranded and crowded.
When I left, now that I am gone
Everyone saw all I needed was my art kit.