mornings easy and dewy grass blades
fresh sunlight bottomless and free
out the window the skyline rendered
jagged and broken the bones
of these mountains
of these mountains to which i once
called home, sometimes i am sorry
that i left you and abandoned your beauty
to someone and to thing unknown. I
am on my way to my future, but
if luck would have it, i may return
if luck would have it, i may return
to the bliss filled, stubborn, go getter i
was long ago, but for right now it
seems i need to let go. Go somewhere
that no one knows me, who i was or
who i will be, but somewhere that
completes me and treats me by its own
completes me and treats me by it own
i long for somewhere that knows
my soul, but where did it go?
i’m on a quest to find something
that is long gone
that is long gone, and so is the
girl who once called these mountains a home.