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A year ago I wrote about how I was moving. I recently rewrote it with my new perspective. |
| I don't want to cross those mountains I don't want to see their peaks My life is only here In this beautiful, flat land With no mountains to see I've been dragged from my home Into this unfamiliar place Mountains surround me on every side Separating me from my past I want to run back to it Yet I know I would still be lost It's almost been a year now I have a partner that I love And friendships that'll last years I miss that old flat land But I don't want to lose this For this is now my home No longer lost in those mountain peaks |