California Lives

The rain is beating down
It reminds me of my home
I wish I was back on that ground
I was always there, and never alone

I miss it so, the voice of the mountain
The calling sea, the laugh of the fountain
The cool breeze sweeping across the fine grasses
The high rolling hills and deep valley passes

Alone on the mountain, crying for life
I'm the only one up here, away from my strife
The ocean before me, it's breezes alive
The mountains behind me, the will to survive

I draw my strength from the land
With it inside me I cannot but stand
Against all the nasty things at hand
California lives in me, understand?

November 1999