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They say the
But I hunger for the freshness of its sound
The
wind, the sun, the things that I have known before,
Now seem like faded ghosts, like shadows on the floor
I live in
I love the trees, the hills, the places I have roamed ...
I long to be there, I long to be there with my own kind!
Let
me roam endless hours on my own ...
Take me home, back to where green trees grow ...
I feel so lonely and forgotten in this place ...
I'm losing hope, my mind is troubled by disgrace ...
I live in
I love the trees, the hills, the places I have roamed ...
I long to be there, I long to be there with my own kind!
I've
painted pictures on the blank walls of my cell ...
I've walked through countless dreams no mortal words can tell
...
I
fear how lonely and forgotten I could be ...
My heart is crying out to those who hold the key ...
I live in
I love the trees, the hills, the places I have roamed ...
I long to be there, I long to be there with my own kind!
I
can't go home ...
The
song is dedicated to to Joann McDaniels, an
Story about the song found here:
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