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I have always been so far from my home land
the place that holds my family
I know it hurts you mom for me to be so far
but really you are so near
Mom dont cry,
you know I must go
you know I cant stay here
its not my place, tis' yours I fear
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With everything I hold dear tucked into my heart
I pack my bag, walk out the door
I can hardly contain the urge to run
to bolt out of this wretched place
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the ground is hard and oh so hot...
everything the wrong color...
everything is dead..
god I cant stand it here,
its ugly barren & harsh
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I know I ran as soon as I could
I started the journey to leave this place
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having already seen so much
I already knew something
waited for me elsewhere
a gentler place, one with color
one with soft dark earth...
the smell of the rains...
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oh mom I hope you understand
your child has gone away
to find her own way
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I have seen the fields of wheat mom,
they were swaying in the wind
hill after hill moving with a life of its own
swaying across the plaine
like a dancing child,
no cares, just bending to the breeze
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streams of water running everywhere mom
running from the mountains
with the promis of rain sure to come
to fill the air with the sweetest smell
making the earth so rich...
something I need mom...
I cant live in this desert anymore...
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