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All It Was by Destiny Barry
All it was, was a small square Surrounded by stones, and filled with six boulders An old wagon wheel resting upon the shed.
All it was, was a small square Yet that small square was mine My freedom, my space, mine.
All it was, was a piece of land Land I could call my own Land that watched the sun go down and the birds wake up
All it was, was a peaceful place Beautiful and quiet, only the sounds of thunder and a crackling fire Sights of the lightning strike across the sky.
All it was, is all that it is Years have passed, but my feelings have not Oh how I have missed this place I call home. |