Calling Me

I am walking between the worlds,

Where I belong,

I do not know

Spirits are beckoning,

In every direction I go

I am on a journey,

Looking for a place,

A place to call home

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A breeze invades my space,

Wrapping me in its arms,

Lifting me off my feet,

Carries me to a farm

The farm has fields,

The fields have crops,

The crops call my name,

They are calling me home

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Along comes a great bird,

The bird lifts me up,

Takes me to her nest,

The bird sings to me,

Singing my name,

Singing of my home

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The nest is in a tree,

The tree has leaves,

The leaves rustle in the wind,

The leaves call my name,

They are calling me home

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I am confused,

I continue on this journey,

I do not know which way to go,

I do not know which way is home

Renee Robinson

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