I am this land

This land is me

it's my eyes and heart

through it I see

and with it I feel

This land is me

it's my voice and ears

of it I speak

from it I long to hear

This land is me

it's my feet and palms

from it I leave

and to it I return

This land is me

it's my past and dreams

it knows me true

and loves me still

Would you fancy being my Pangaea?

And it feels that all we ever do is building bridges just to burn them down

Every time thinking this one will take me over the river

But all you see each turn is another island with no way out

Too small to keep you settle more than a while