Inspire Me

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Where heavens angels sing

Their song of lullaby,

And rythm of birds flapping wing

As they take to sky.

A place where painted flowers bloom,

And color grows on an oak tree.

Locked in my lonesome room,

I search for something to inspire me.

Take me away where grass is gold,

And the clouds of candy floats.

A place where versed legends are told,

And captains embark on drifting boats .

I will travel far or near.

Where ever my convictions desire.

Anywhere but here,

For a place where delusions transpire.

I'll set forth to sea,

Through high tides.

Searhing to hard to find that place to inspire me,

As I strive through what adventure provides.

     

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