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When I was young
I would often be called dumb
Because of the dreams I dreamt
And because of the things I said
But then I was standing here with you
And our breath bellowed like smoke from our mouths
And at this moment I knew
I was never going back to the Deep Deep South
About 20 miles outside of Wasilla
You in your van, me in my tent
Most people call us crazy
Most people wonder where our minds have went
On our days off; trekking this beautiful countryside is how we spent most of our time
And that is how we saw two eagles flying by
And in that moment
We knew we would be birds in our next lives
But that was years ago
Those old snows
Melted by magma
In our home, in Alaska
And I still pop by your log cabin now and then
The one we found exploring one day
It's been a few months
Since you've been by this old place again
The weeds strong and firm
The grass is long and over growing
Your garden overflowing
And I wish to see you again but here I stand, not knowing
And I don't find it sacrilege
That you now choose to spend your time in Anchorage
I realize you had to
Just please please don't leave our home, Alaska