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Writings from the wall

Spirit

Heaven will show me; heaven will show me the way home.
I hear you call my name through the passages you roam.
You appear to me, silent stranger, in a tricky situation at the bottom of the world.

I cling to memories
I cling to make believe
No one to hold me
No one to set me free.
On the island where the Machair lies
Where the spirit yearns
Where the spirit waits.

I hear you calling me back to Island dreams
To where the setting sun shifts between the trees
To where the sea cries many tears for you
In memory of moments gone
In memory of you.

Heaven will show me Heaven will show me the way home.