Leighton J Rees
A place so far away, yet I have seen it many times
Lush country where I will never make it to, a place i'll never find.
Frustration that I will never crawl across those soft grass golden hills
Taste the earth, drink from the river, feel its thrills.
I long to be there and help the waves come crashing in
Start fires, make it rain when the drought begins
Breathe in the perfumed air, bury myself in the sand
My anger burns red that another roams this land.
I missed my chance to visit, no mat