The Walk Home

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I walk as soft mist cools my face

There's not a thing that can replace

This perfect peace I feel inside

A peace that cannot be denied

 

When I am out and on my own

The wilderness becomes my home

The sky my roof, the sun my light

The grass my bed when it is night

My dreams have ceased, they've all come true

And smile is all I'll ever do

 

I walk as soft mist cools my face

There's not a thing that can replace

This perfect peace I feel inside

A peace that cannot be denied

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