The Mountains

I miss the mountains,
all the dizzy highs and valley lows.
I miss the mountains
where the northern winds blow.

But we are stuck in this valley, I fear,
Of fear.
I refuse to let comfort weigh me down
chaining me to the valley below.

I want to go to the mountains
and drive until the sunrise peeks
over your highest peaks
bringing tears into the corners of my eyes.

I want to live in the mountains,
so I can view all that the sky has to offer
and so I can feel just a little bit taller.

I want to live in the mountains
where the air seems just a little thin.
Where the clouds sometimes
are carpets below our feet.

I want to live in the mountains,
not alone but with you.
Because, my dearest friend, we could climb
any mountain we choose.

I want to break free into the mountains
With you by my side
and a dream in my mind.

But until then.
I'll let time rust the chains
so when the time comes
It'll be easier to break.