By Crystevin
Date: 8 August 2000
Promised Land
Searching my soul
for new dreams
out with the old
used dreams.
No compass to guide me
no stars at night
no fight left in me
no new insight.
I'm Searching
along a path of renewal
that guides me through the day,
but searching
is the hardest part
for somewhere peaceful
to rest my heart.
I'm lost somewhere near
the hanging tree
that grows too proud and free
worrying about the entrance fee
to the promised land
of love.
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