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...