When I grow up
In cold October
Should I sail
For fire-swept shores?
Could I explore
The whole world over,
Might I pace
Abandoned floors?
When the sun
Falls all around me
When I dance
through foreign lands
Will I wish for
Hands to guide me
When I wade
Through testing sands?
When the whispers
Of adventure
Kiss my soul
And weave their part
Should they hold
My mind forever?
Not if Love wind
'Round my heart.
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"My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest." -- Exodus 33:14
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