be that land so far so lost, <br />where freedom first touched these lips. <br />where the taint of love <br />scorched heart and soul, <br />where the path met by howl and want. <br />where the song found words, <br />and the night named stars, <br />where moonlight be the holy drink. <br />where the rebel rose courted moss and stone, <br />where the fire was lit by true bent hope. <br />where the wind undressed, <br />and the mountains wept, <br />and the sea called me home. <br />where the light was forged from human sweat, <br />as angels danced barefoot by night. <br />where the promise of dawn be more than enough, <br />and the spirit walked through walls! <br />be that land my home my heart's desire, <br />wherever these feet may roam!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wherever-these-feet-may-roam/
