Or hell?
Could this nature and beauty be heaven?
Or is this heat and struggle what's called hell?
Oh well
I am a stranger--could you tell?
I left my roots, forgetting them somewhere
Somewhere I call home--but define home
A feeling at which roots belong
at which blood blossoms best
and at which I hear my mother's song
Gracious grace, i'll be okay
I will pass and prosper at a pace
After all, I'm in a heavenly place
Or am I a stranger....
in hell?
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