Up to the trees I go,
Further north where fresh water flows.
Travel preparations with my heart aching,
Home is where I’m free,
Left alone just to be.
Not in this gloomy place,
Not within this heat wave.
Like a pioneer,
I pack my bags,
Leaving behind the places I know,
In search of the places,
Where I’ll grow.

Doctors see more blood
in sterile rooms
than soldiers do
on broken land.

And after years of abuse
I'm still the one ending up feeling guilty
And wondering if he was right
And this was all just in my head

I had this crazy idea,
What if when we graduate,
I take you far away.

We can live without trouble,
The pains of everyday,
We could do the things we always wanted to.

If we get the time,
While we're living hand in hand,
I'd love to marry you.