The Current of My Heart

Out West, it is cleaner, greener, freer;
I thrived near green forests and the blue sea.
But I’m moving to a cold, dry place,
Fighting against the current of my heart.

I thrived near green forests and the blue sea.
Now I am a salmon swimming upstream,
Fighting against the current of my heart,
Back to live, breed at the place of my birth.

I am a salmon struggling upstream,
Swimming with fish I haven’t seen in years,
Back to live, breed at the place of my birth.
There’s a reason I left to begin with.

Out West it is cleaner, greener, freer;
There’s a reason I came to begin with.
I am moving to a cold and dry place,
Fighting against the current of my heart.