The Special Place
I watch you as I sit, all alone by the window
Looking at the hills across the long meadow
In your eyes you can see it; the great big wonderful land
A place that has never been touched by the human hand
Where wild creatures roam where cactus and flowers are growing
Where the soil is rich and soft, clear waters are flowing
It's a place where everyone belongs
Where everyone should be
Somewhere where the sun shines
A place for you and me
Somewhere the birds sing a happy song
A place where nothing could ever go wrong
Everyone longs for a place such as this
You'll always be a part of it... if only you wish
Sheila King
Copyright ©2005 Sheila May King
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