Where is the place
I can call home?
At ocean shores,
Or mountains high,
In grassy plains,
Or deserts nigh?
Near rushing streams,
By forests green,
Or just in dreams
Will I be free?
Will I find rest
Upon a path
Strewn with my tears,
Or might I laugh?
In God I must
Seek out my rest.
And then at last
Will end my quest.
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