I never stood a chance in the landscape of her eyes
that green mountain range overlooking cloudy skies
but I walked a long while to get to where I’ve been
and I’ll walk a little longer regardless of the wind.
Is it better to escape like a dove into the light
or give into the darkness which creeps in from the night?
There’s something in the hills, either way I’m headed down
as I stream into the valley, with the current I am now
free from all the heartache, I barely make a sound
with the roots of the sequoia among the ancient ground.