Everyone needs a place to go,
between a forest of trees,
that grew naturally out of tiny seeds,
that man never shaped or formed,
into their own idea of what perfection means
out where a clear babbling brook washes the soul clean
A place where birds sing hymns into your heart,
out where your with the one made the seas part and
brought light out the dark and called the animals to the ark
Out where your standing on this blue marble earth,
looking around as your mind never makes a sound but in awe,
of everything you found as the world spins around
Everyone Needs a Place to Go
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