I've been to the place where the West wind blows,
Where wide rivers flow with great vim.
I've seen the sun set on immense oceans blue,
The sky painting colors of whim.
I've visited deserts filled with endless brown sand,
Where bleak, cheerless tumbleweeds thrive.
I've wandered through many unoccupied trails,
Yearning for something alive.
I've hiked mighty mountains capped with heavy white snow,
Dangerous and prone to collapse.
I've felt so unsure crossing bleak frozen lakes,
Fearing my life, I've been trapped.
I live in a time marked by worries and fears,
It's escape I have yet come to know,
But I know of a place where all happiness dwells,
The place where the West wind blows.
