I am out of the mountains now 

And the land opens up and spreads out

For as far as the eye can see.

And the windmills turn

And flash

Their red lights.

And it is a different world 

From the world that I came from.

There is peace in the silent unbroken plain,

There is not so much going on.

And I breathe a sigh of relief.

And feel the crusty shackles fall 

Around me as I weep

But not with tears.