Bailey, Colorado

In a small, quiet town 
Right near the springs 
Lies an outpost 
Of Sasquatch's things 

Right next door 
A dainty ol' diner 
"Cutthroat Cafe"
Ain't nothin finer

Right across the street 
"Off the Rails" coffee
"The Chill Squirrel Trading Company "
Outfitters for shopping 

Right down the road 
Over a quaint little bridge
Glen Isle Resort
Beautiful forest and ridge 

Right up the hill 
Where we set our site
Rough midnight chill 
Scared the frost may bite

Daytime brings the Sun 
The Sun brings a shadow
The wind brings a shiver 
Felt on the plateau

Sat upon a rock
Watching the moon
Swap places with the sun
Way too soon

Legs dangling
Off the highest cliff
Slowly fading
Into a mindless drift

Unbothered and unafraid
Although, I value my life
So I shall never restrict
What makes me feel alive

A mountain is my beach
A mountain in my hand
A mountain is my home
A mountain is my land

I love my skin
My hair and my feet
So clear out here,
Tangled and dirty

I'll fall in love 
When someone makes me feel
The way a mountain range
Soothes my mind and heals

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