In a place looking the same.
Listen to birds
That have known my name.
Bitter cold winter,
It's the state, it's the season.
Why not different?
Like the place that she's in?
Lonely, there's darkness
I want to move out.
A ticket to Rome,
To find me a route.
Air and the temperature
Don't define this place
But a fellow dear greeting
With a plain cheerful face
Oh darkness it does not
Sit and drink tea,
Only leaves and then after,
Teaches me to not flee.
I love this place,
It's not foreign, it's home,
It's not made by temperature,
But love, not from Rome.
I can travel far,
And learn differences from here,
But here is my stay,
And here is my dear.
The dear is not ground,
It is not material outside,
It's the faces seeking more,
And in the shadows they hide.
Like me too, I am gone,
Hiding of shameful arrays.
Though that is my flesh,
My reason to stay.
He says yes, you shall,
But don't inherit the earth,
Come cast it on me,
And seek others in hurt.
Bless all thy dear children,
In thy tender care,
And reach out and follow,
And bring love that is rare.
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