This canyon, or valley, so I’ve been told

is our home away from school

away from home.

Got a light?, as I might be so bold

to ask you and not be made a fool.

Here, I cannot feel alone.

It is as if this land is out El Dorado, paved in gold,

as if here I can avoid mention of the rule.

I come as I roam.

When I am old (although I am old),

I will look back on our valley, our jewel

and hope that it will remain to be shown.