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Nov 2012
As the sun dips over the peaceful land,
Where humans and nature live hand in hand,
Amongst the valleys, the rivers, the hills,
Where the birds take flight and their young ones trill,
Here, I make my home.

Underneath the shadowy limbs of trees,
With the trick-ling water, the buzzing bees,
Where the stars are present, be day or night,
And the sun bathes me with his blinding light,
Forever, I will roam.

I remember little before this place,
Not a land or country, a name or face,
I remember only the crippling pain,
The looks of pity, the common disdain,
Nightmares of the past.

Oh, should I come to be forgotten here,
In the land where all live without fear,
I would smile if I we're never found,
I've tasted freedom, I won't be bound,
I live, at last.
Written by
Sara Macey
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