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Jul 2019
Welcome to the City of Wind
Welcome to the Sea of Grass
Welcome to the Fields of Wheat
Welcome to the heart of our own

A new generation from an older set in stone
We grind our wheat
We burn the chaff
We bake our bread
We set our clocks for the next season

It would be a lie if I told you it was easy
But here we are and here we'll stay
Day after day
Hour by hour
The paths we tread mark your road

It's bliss the way we run
Forthright and true as the birds of the air
We beasts of the earth
Not for burden but abundance
Freedom found in the rows we sow

So welcome now to the town we love
To the roads we know
To hearth of our home
Your welcome to a seat at out table
To the bread that we break

So please come stay a while

Welcome to Indie Rose
migayle ocuaman
Written by
migayle ocuaman  19/Bigender/philippines
(19/Bigender/philippines)   
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