Your searching trow The world.
 Your searching in a Holler.
  A strange feeling comes.
 A strange feeling to go home.

Sometimes When she hear you
Sometimes When she see you
From The Street far from
What receiveds,  you already gone.

So long ago
But still so close
There she Was
Just as she usually feel
One secret to carry
Gone through ages

You have carried her in your name
You have carried her carfully
In your arms
She has your faith,
in all your worries

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