These streets we roam
Familiar like home
Although I’ve never been
This journey has bought me to this place
A calling of internal grace
Peaceful and green
Ever so Inviting
It is the history of my ancestors
Shining upon my face
Engulfing my body in love and radiant warmth
Washing away the bitter taste of Songs unsung
Of stories never told
Now this moment shows my fate
The anchor to all
Grounding souls on rolling shores
Deserted land hiding green pastures
Fruitful and abundant
Partaking on golden plates
Recalling our royalty
A love calling home
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