East of the River.

Pack your bags, say hello to a new you

The woods scream your name, while

The city whispers goodbye. Don’t be

Too upset my dear, the time will come

For you to shine. For you to show us the

White light is real and flowers smell good.

Heaven exists don’t let him tell you otherwise

Share the news with your brother for

The cab has no destination. Close your eyes 

And smile wide. The world is yours.