And as I lay in the sand,
the warm Caribbean waters bathe me.
And my soul gets clean
as my tears roll down my face.
Someday I'll be back
and enjoy the warmth of this sand
and return to my youthful days
of this my sacred land.
I'm scared...
Of what's beyond the horizon,
and inside my chest a heart pounds...
with pain... with fear.
But I'll be back,
I'm sure of it.
I will once more feel
the warmth of the sun rising from the east.
