looking out my window
looking out my window at a dancing corn fieldĀ
reminding me of homeĀ
so far away from my landĀ
my birth place ,the place i called homeĀ
where i grew up in peaceful times
when my life was at it,s bestĀ
today my land is brokenĀ
no peace no joy no rest
when i was a young boy playing marbles was my thingĀ
today it,s computers and all the mad thing,s it bring,sĀ
living in a world of the good forgottenĀ times
no more telling stories not even nursery rhymes
looking out my window i feel the need to cryĀ
so far away from home i question myself why
will i ever see my land , the land of emerald isle
the land of green and beauty guess i will have to wait a while
some day i will get home
some day my land i will seeĀ
it,s the only place to mend my heartĀ
it,s the place i long to beĀ
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