Angels In The Country
I don’t know where I'm going
And I don’t know where I've been
I've been wandering this country
From the Ridge to the Eastern Coast
Meeting so many people
Each so different from the others
I never found any anger or hatred
Just people who said “hi” and shared a cuppa
Every land had its own cultures
None were better or worse than the others
Maybe when my journey end
I will share my stories about those I met
And, if someone listens
They will learn that the world is magical
And the souls living here are the real angels
When they hear me the world may survive
And the angels will be the only people we see
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