From the East to the West
My journey began as a quest
Wondering, my heart longs for a nest
Searching a home to find a rest.
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From the Rising of the Sun to its Setting
My weary soul is thirsting, waiting
The depth of my being is crying, begging
To cease the pain, inside me haunting.
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From the Highest Peak to the Deepest Place
I tried to find my own solace
I think, talked, walked, run in my own pace
To prove that I can win my own race.
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From the all things Living to the Non-living
Why, I still can’t find what I’m missing?
Is it because I’m just dreaming?
Or because there’s no such thing as meaning?
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From the Meanings to Questions Existing
Tears filled my soul; here I am surrendering.
I faced the ground contemplating
Then turned my head up high praying.
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From the Winter Time to the Summer Days
Light dawns in my weeping human face
I found the peace that my soul can embrace
No other than from God’s Saving Grace.
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