Eastern Girl

Staying way up in the mountains.
Where it’s so hard just to breathe
Everything looks like a miracle.
So hard to believe.
Don’t want to say how much I miss you.
It’s like how my lungs miss the air.
Horizon westward is a jagged line.
Can’t help but stare.
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I’m just an eastern girl
i know rolling hills
I know lush green fields of grass.
Here there’s gold rush towns
And endless rocky cliffs.
I’m a long long way from home.
A long way from home.
Thunderheads off in the distance.
I feel the hot air meet the cold.
I feel my heart throw out resistance.
Can I do what I’m told?