Neil Adams

Rookie (19/01/94 / Belfast)

Searching For Peace

I travel the world each pace by pace
For a figure of which I cannot face
I search all day, I search all night
I know its there, I can see the light

I see the light, from over the hills
I can feel the breeze that moves the mills
I can feel the frost as I move on
I can hear the sound of heavens song

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