I am out of the mountains now
And the land opens up and spreads out
For as far as the eye can see.
And the windmills turn
And flash
Their red lights.
And it is a different world
From the world that I came from.
There is peace in the silent unbroken plain,
There is not so much going on.
And I breathe a sigh of relief.
And feel the crusty shackles fall
Around me as I weep
But not with tears.
