It is in the risk of daring
to find out who we are...
How we came to be here,
Are we from another star?
Do we wish upon that elusive orb,
For our genetic history,
Silently calls to us,
come hither...come to me.
Stones are cast, stones are thrown
at many there are who care.
And know within the depths of soul,
we came from a land most fair.
Kay Ekwall
©1998
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