There a young simple man
within stark northern land
amused did breath
and venture " I can be free"...
bravely gaze to the open bold sea
vacant yearning of desire burning
thus spoke his true heart`s plea.
Earthen bound my feet they seem
yet heavens heights for me do gleam;
fashion of feather and twine i will
I`ll run smile fly off yon sheer hill.
His prayers dreams winged
as hearts they soar
may mercy compassion
guide his flight
safely to native shores.
Hope for Peace...
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