When the world
seems much oppressive,
More than a man
can bear...
it's time to
search for quiet place,
To find the
peace that's there.
A brand new road
unknown to us,
One we have
never traveled...
Its beauty like
a brand new cure,
So we will not
unravel.
A road that
seems only to lead,
To beauty and
the quiet...
Mother Nature
has painted,
With colors that
run riot.
The problems of
a fast paced world,
With trials and
tribulations...
Left behind, and
shut out now,
Through Nature's
revelations.
A time and place
that's meant to heal,
Torment of
troubled mind...
To take control,
instill again.
The peace
we searched to find.
© Loree (Mason) O'Neil
02/04/11
Midi playing is: Back Home
Again
