Not a country of hate
Not a country of evilness and greed
But a country of warm love and happiness for all
It's hard to get there, for I've tried so many times before
I wonder every night if anyone else lives in this country
I doubt it when I see so many demons lurking about
Directions
There are none
For I have searched long and far
Long days of finding my way there but I always end back at the same place once again
I can hear far a way into that country
Soft breezes of innocent shadows
It's my passion to get there
My destination
I must soar far ahead to that country
For it won't be there for long
Deep down in my soul lives a country
Deep down in my soul lives a contry
Not a country of hate
Not a country of evilness and greed
But a country of warm love and happiness for all
It's hard to get there, for I've tried so many times before
I wonder every night if anyone else lives in this country
I doubt it when I see demons lurking about
I weep as I fear there is no way to get there
And I await the day when I arrive
Not far
Not long
There is a country that lives deep down in my soul...
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