And slowly, you come to realize
It's all as it should
The wounds on your hands never seem to heal
I thought
I see the lines in the palm of its hand
If heaven watches over me
Sowing seeds back in the soil
With
This Is My Home
The Land Of My Mother
The Place I
Zero Landmine
This Is My Home
The Land Of My Mother
The Place
There is always sunshine
above the gray sky
I will try to
Her skin was darker than ashes
And she had something to
I hear your voice
Way down inside
A whispering sea
Of towering trees
But
I fall outside of her
She doesn't notice
I fall outside of
Underneath a burning sun
There's always work to be done
We take
I found the way
By the sound of your voice
So many
I stole a life
With braids of fire
And it rained on
When the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone
It seems there's
She fell
No jewels for the hurt
When she fell
Where is the
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