This Must Be Home Video (MV)

Days passed by, months most likely, and each new day, I became more free
I had almost forgotten about Seclusion, and the horrors back there
I was now carefree and loving and grew out my hair
Which were strawberry-blonde golden locks with waves here and there
The Children loved me when I couldn't love myself
They cared for me and saw me through my Hell
I learned the songs of the birds, movement of waves, the flow of the wind, and the rustle of leaves
They made me new clothes as I shed my old ones, out of magic and plantlife that sprouted from seeds
From the day I was accepted onto this island, I knew this would become my home
Everything was perfect, serene, beautiful
This must be home