There is a place I see
When I close my eyes
Where the rivers run free
As they race the summer skies
I see hills that stand together
Around corn stalks in the field
While children play
Their children games
That only peace can yield
At night I see the many stars
That are grander than the sea
I hear songs of wind and tree
That are whispered in melody
And in this dream I see a path
That I always seem to walk
Where I can open up my thoughts
Give my mind its chance to talk
And every now and then
I find a thirsty soul to feed
Where from my father's hand
He takes life's water free
As I turn to my side
To see if you are there
I am comforted by the thought
That this life you chose to share
But as the night returns to day
And the sun begins to rise
I am stolen from my dream
Back to a land of sad reprise
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