Before she sings her solo, shall I set the scene?
Picture a young warrior, not even seventeen
She dreams of open seas, she's full of hope and sees
A future where she sets her sail and rope against the open breeze
She doesn't know that she's a voyaging descendant
Impatient, independent, heart of nature in that pendant
The ocean's at her feet: she opens her eyes to find
Her mind is on her island but her eye's on the horizon line...