Where the clouds meet the mountains is where I'd like to be.
The place where dreamers dream and lovers sleep under the stars on a warm
summer's night.
Where lakes look like ponds and rivers like small streams.
Where the world becomes a place that you can reach out and touch with
gentle fingertips.
In this place I'd write, I'd write, I'd write.
In this place I'd write and become.
I would become me.
The me I'd want to be.
In this place of dreams I'd be whole.
Fresh air to breathe.
Trees would speak.
Birds would sing.
To me the world would cry.
Trials and troubles, the joys and sorrows of the land would be spoken in
the words I'd write where the mountains meet the clouds.