Raising my arms to the sky,
Looking for your Soul,
That flies above white cotton clouds,

Above the blue sky,
Where Angels fly, granting wishes,
Guided by star shine.

Standing under a western sky,
Where eagles fly,
Gazing at the snow capped mountains high,

Wishing to travel across a vast ocean,
Following a map of memories,
Looking for Magpies to take me home,

A home, where Tigers stand guard and roar,

Where cherry blossoms cry,
Where roses bloom,
Where Azalea shine.

Forgive me for,
Taking so long,
To find my way home.

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