oh how i love those wide open spaces
the calling of nature
where man has not yet intruded
and we can be free
the wide open spaces that are so inviting
and let you be yourself
there is no-one to pretend around
and no-one to hide from
life is slower and you can enjoy all thing beautiful
take things the way you want them to go
you don't have to impose on the space to be part of it
and you can be free from restrictions
endless space to run and shout and just get it all out of your system
everything you've ever wanted to say, say it
the earth will listen and you will feel light
those everyday stresses have gone away
dream of this place, where you can be alone
the freedom of dusk, and dawn
dream of a place where you be angry, sad, and happy
Dream of this place, and survive.
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