Lungs filled with air

Along the southern pass

Trapped deep in the wildwood

Boots grip soil, turning earth

And we finally feel it

As the rings of trees tell:

We are here

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Lungs filled with air

Along the southern pass

Trapped deep in the wildwood

Boots grip soil, turning earth

And we finally feel it

As the rings of trees tell:

We are here

We are home