THE COUNTRY As I think of people fighting, I think how sick this world is And as I sit here writing, people kill others so they can live. As I see the things around me, my heart bleeds with pain All the fighting and killing...We're trapped in a world where evil reigns. As I meditate in loneliness, I can feel it in my blood That somone believes in kindness, and is oh so full of love. As I turn to the country, where there are no buildings to the sky And no noisy machines, no hustling crowds, And no traffic passing by, Then I can get myself together, and then feel less insane For though there may be stormy weather, I'm more at peace with my brain. As I grow so tired and lonely, thinking no one cares for me Then I take myself only to the peaceful country. I can escape to the country, and rest there peacefully. ---Patrick Calliham, 1981
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