Friday, January 02, 2004

Our past should only ground us, not blind us...

Text: Far Away from Clay.Humanclay.ca

Long far away
in a land with skies of grey
is a place that calls my name
this call must I answer

Eerily calm
and in my heart is a song
words to fill my life
this land must I run to

Hope for tomorrow
no room for lost sorrow
with faith to fill my heart
this test must I take

Adventure to come
a high risk may think some
a journey into the unknown
this path must I walk through

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