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I have found a place

I have found a place
That I can call my own
It is far away
Makes me feel at home

I row in the darkness
Brushing against the sun
Feeling the wind on my skin
I thank Him

I look back at the dog days
I had when I was young
Oh so much trouble, oh so much fun
I had no fear, didn't know I'd disappear
 
When I succumb to this fear
The fear of loss
The fear of unfulfillment
The fear of uncontrollable depth
The fear of being forgotten

All I do is keep rowing
Towards the place
I can call my own
I can call my home

Ready to fight ►

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