because gratitude has no boundaries

En route to Laguna torres, El Calafate, Argentina

The walls have existed all in minds.

My heart has never told stories of hatred.

This soul is a kingdom, to march an army of compassion.

Making it all flow.

Letting the peace grow.

As those warm sunflowers, in my old fields.

Let me make you remember.

Who you are.

Who you were.

You’re not the empty battlefield.

You’re the glory of thousand tales of compassion.

 

 

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