From the sighing grass of the rolling plains
To the weeping boughs of the willow tree,
The wholeness of nature laments your departing
To the West, away from me.
In my loneliness shall I walk the woods
Where we once would sing and would laugh carefree;
However, the home where my heart would find rest lies
In the West, away from me.
On the wind, a sound to my heart brings hope:
Tis your song come flying from o’er the sea,
Containing within it your tight warming embrace
From the West, back home to me
In this joyous thought will my soul find peace,
Knowing one day together we’ll be.
Departing my homeland for silver shores unknown,
In the West, tis you I will see.
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To The West
Submitted by Ramield on November 25th, 2018
