“Nothing else would compare to a place we called our home” by Eureka C. Bianzon

Rowing this boat heading the deep blue sea

Sagging wharf seems so close and very near

The morning sunshine lifts the world with fantasy

Elsewhere fares, to the east, God’s art winging free

 

At last, here I am to the place which calms my world

A paradise which I’ve missed for so long

Azure sea, bright sky, cold breezing wind

Daisy meadows, forest so green

 

Nothing else would compare

to a place we called our home

For the joy of our spirit is mansioned here

Comrade we could have to ease our melancholy soul

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