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I speek the words of
my fathers,
my soul speeks the
words of passion,
my heart speeks
words of ancient days.

My eyes speek words
of hope,
my lips speek words
of love.
My whole being
speeks words
of thruth and
salvation

Where do I belong?
I don´t know.
Here. There.
Somewhere...
Nowhere.
I hear words, whispered,
they tell me
you belong here
with me, not
with them

Where am I
to go?
What am I
to do?
I´m clueless, waiting
for a calling.
the beating heart
of love.