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If This Is Not The PlaceIf this is not a place where tears are understood, then where shall I go to cry? If this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you with just how good and virtuous I am.I don't need another place for always being on top of things, everyone knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes, everybody knows that it's not real. So, if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, where, tell me where shall I go to speak? If this is not a place where tears are understood, WHERE, OH WHERE, SHALL I GO? Ken Medema |