It’s sad to leave you, you weren’t what I expected
there’s a portion of me that has you reflected.
your sweeping expanse, your eyes set on the horizon
you hold me to your heart to beat away all my crying
cruising on through in a dusty woodland haze
every corner we turn there’s always something to amaze
the ochre of your fire, the emerald of the Glen,
the gold of your honey,the azul of lake Ten
waiting for my appearance, I’m ready to take the leap,
I’m ready to stop feeling so serious. for this time I will keep.
I’m not prepared for the journey, i’m not prepared to home,
home is where the soul is, and my soul wants to roam.
among your leaves I frolic, the sun kissing my hair,
holding your hand I dance, I can hear you whisper in my ear
air that is so crisp, my skin feels alive, roots extend from the trees,
everything around me is mine. everything around me is me,
from the roots of the trees to the depths of the sea.
I cannot go home, there’s something calling me here
I cannot go home, here, I have nothing to fear
don’t let me go home, I’m not ready to fly
don’t let me go home, it’s too soon to cry
don’t let me go, don’t let me go, don’t let me go
…i’m not ready to say goodbye
(photo taken in Spain)