Standing atop a mountain
In a land far from my own
My joy springs forth like a fountain,
I have never felt less alone.
For across these moutains I see
The hustling and bustling lives
Of people for miles around me,
Like bees flying around their hives.
I am an outsider to this place,
This much I do know.
Yet something draws me to this space,
From the safety of my home I must go.
Seeing the world from a new view,
Allowing myself to be truly free.
All I can think of here is you,
And how proud you would be.
