This place isn’t home, it’s not where I was born,

It’s not where I grew up, and for that, I’m forlorn.

Upon my first visit, I was moved by this place,

No hoards of people crowd this incredible space.

It’s nothing like the desert, barren and hot,

Oh, to live here, was my very first thought.

Something deep insides pulls on my heart,

It tells me to move here and just restart.

While it has rivers, wildlife trees and skies blue,

There’s one thing Alaska doesn’t have, and that’s you.