Connor Mcleod

A writter lost in the body of IT

A piece of My heart - Estonia

Trough castles and rocks
Under the dark clouds
I arrive trough the cold
To a land of my own

With my brothers i met
And laughter we share
With my memories i left
And happiness to dare

For i have found a land of my own
Farther than my sight
But closer to my soul
There i buried a piece of my heart.

There i shall be back.
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