I don't want to be here
A day or a year
I don't want to stay here
Oh dear oh dear
I want my old landscape
I want my old friends
Some day I will return there
To the open high desert
Alone in the wind
To cry out the despair of
This region, this climate
The disappearance of joy
I want to break out of this
Jail of my own restoring.
-Kelly Voelker
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