There is a road,
in this country.
That leads to where
you want to go.
A lonely road,
seldom bothered.
A place missed-off
every single map.
And don’t you know,
most never find it.
The road, the country,
this unforgotten place.
It’s a fact of life,
a clear blue moment.
A song that comes
from deep within the soul.
So say a prayer
for the lonesome traveller.
For the seeker,
heading-out without a map.
Because there’s a road,
in this country.
A place
they’ll never ever map.
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