Island hopping – Man to man
Each is sweeter than the skin
There is beauty in the brown
Dark and rooted in the ground

I can feel it deep within
Like the drumming of the skins
Those connected to the earth
Her affection towards rebirth

Cool and calm, slow and steady
Mellow mood the islands breed
Woos me in and holds me close
Tells me to love nature most

Me and her – we are like one
Close to her means key to sun
Blood that flows in me so old
Ancient as this lone soul's road

Crazy when the words don't work
And what I feel so deep - it hurts
The pounding fists beat in my gut
The chord that's ready to erupt

My UMBILICAL to GOD
And you and them and earth and blood
The force that drums inside of me
When I let motion take the lead

The words will come when time is time
Like island sun when seasons dry
Love and respect all that you do
Then gratitude will be the truth