Is there somewhere where everything comes together,
where all roads and place join,
where adults gather like children,
when man can find God,
although we wander constantly as if blind,
on a place that serves as a prison,
where earth at times devours everything,
still we search for deliverance from darkness,
on our way to Rome, the Acropolis,
to Jerusalem where we find a cross.
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