Where My Heart Comes From

It’s a place
Where a raging river
Sings to the skies
Where everyone
Instead of running –
Flies
Wherever they long
To be – they are
And everyone there
Is a star

It’s a place
Where poetry and songs
Are fully respected
And where, if you die
To self, you’re resurrected
Not one resident there
Is considered foolish or dumb
Where my heart comes from

I’d love to take you there
Come, where it’s peaceful and fun
Close your eyes and hold me tight
Like it, there is none

And your face
Will be recognized
Your dreams realized
Your own heart
Will no longer be numb
Where my heart comes from

Where my heart comes from.

2014

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