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I search for a place that may not even exists. 
A place I feel right, a place to call home, somewhere I don't feel so alone. 
This place put in my head by the stories I was told as a child.
Where the wind will blow free and the grasses grow wild. 
Is it real
This place I've been told
Where I can finally feel
Finally belong
Is this place far away?
Or maybe right here
Where I can finally accept what I see in the mirror
How long can I search
And how long will I hide 
Trying to shroud this empty feeling inside
Somewhere the light is as welcoming as the dark
Somewhere the silence is the loudest sound
Somewhere the yearning I feel will finally fade
Somewhere where life is no longer just a blank masquerade.
I'll continue my search, 
for wherever I go, 
when I finally arrive, 
will I even know?
Is this home that I plead for just another hopeful thought, 
Another plague that poisons my mind.
Setting me up 
Just to let me fall
But one day I'll find it 
No matter how far
No matter the pain
No matter how many goodbyes this search may contain
For the stories are true, but don't tell the whole truth
It won't come to you like we are told in our youth
So I search for a place that I know could exist. 

 

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