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The Traveler's Prayer (2019)

James Long
May 5, 2020
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Oh my soul I have returned

And brushed the dust from off my boots

To weary, rest, in waters cool

And sing to you of love

Oh my soul I've come again

And laid my head before your feet

To talk, in truth, to pray that you

Can take me as I am

I feel your gaze across my skin

Like the breeze before a storm

Your laughter and your sadness

Burn

Soothing the places I have torn

I fear to part

From you

My true north star

For I dont know to whence we go

But let me stay a while and lose the world

Let drifting tracks fill up with snow

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