måndag 17 februari 2014

I want to go,
Leave this place behind.
Fly across ocean,
Over the mountains.

I will become one with the earth.
And emerge on the plains of eternity,
To be greeted where the sky meets the seas.
A clear refelction.

I won't feel any sorrow,
Nor pain or reality.
I will be free,
The only dream I ever had.

The warmth of the sun,
A small breeze through my hair.
As you take my hand,
And lead me home.

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