The Shrine

There's a land far away
It calls to me this day
To walk through it's fragrant aisles
I feel it's warm winds across the miles
Wanting to fall upon my knee
By the briny sea
And worship at it's shrine
This land is so divine

Someday I'll make it there
Either by land, sea or air
And I shall not return
All my bridges I will burn
I'll build me a little grass hut
And live on cola nut
I'll make this land my home
From which I'll never roam

                                                            
               © Lunaria
                                                            
             Feb 24, 2007

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