A place that’s rich with all the so-strange beauty of your dreams,

A place that’s isolated from the torture and the screams;

It’s where I pray that God will grant you peace in some sweet day,

The place so hard to get to but his love will make a way.

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A place that’s safe from all the so-deep tearing of your heart,

A place where the old wounds can heal and no new ones can start;

It’s where the journey’s over and the triumph has begun,

The place the road will lead to when the bitter race is run.

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A place that’s filled with all the so-clear sounds and crystal sights

A place that’s born of sun-filled days and made of moon-lit nights

It’s where the ancient life still reminisces on the hills

The place of beauty still alive despite the clash of wills…