Come With Me

Ours is a young land, young and free
Ours is a young land, yet unnamed

Come with me, see my heart
Come with me, see my blood

Listen for stories hanging in the air
Listen for music humming in my soul

Come with me, come with me
There is a road calling my name
And I am afraid to follow it alone

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