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Hold on just one minute more before you walk through the door; hold on just one minute more and think carefully about it before you do it. You must resist all temptation and the ego of the heart that is pushing you to break the bond and leave the people destitute on the land. It is fears that take you to this place and have you screaming at the gate, it is fear that opens the cockpit when the pilot fell sick. 

See them standing in long lines waiting on the divine. Their clothes are torn and dusty and their dry cracked lips yearned for a kiss. 

Their dragged face stares at the distance in front ,looking at paradise curled up at the foot of the mountain.Their body yearns for comfort as they walk slowly in groups trying to touch something’s that they have lost. Their spirit bonds together as they journey towards nothing but someone says it is a new beginning. 

Life has changed quickly, and you cannot tell from whence it begins, yesterday they were living in a Manson and today they are wanders in the street. 

My heart is moved with compassion when I see people fall down and die in the street the journey was too long for them and many of them had nothing to eat so dehydration sign the final decree. 

I have been waiting in this place to make a final move but each time the date is set, you make up a hard luck story and push me back in the bush. You are testing my patience in the most devious ways.  

The trees are standing still listening to your mountain of promises that bears no weight and have no meaning. There is just no way out of here until the entre air is clear, everybody must go back to where they belongs and you must take a drastic stand. 

Patience is your patience, patience is mine; you have got to get to the airport on time, the place is crowded and village people are  there, you have got to give them hope for the test of the year.  

Is there a better life over there? the bears are roaming the woods and the deer’s are moving too, they are going south west in their Sunday best looking for a place to rest but destiny has no comfort over there. 

Walk on the straight line until you reach the bend patience will take you to the curve and turn everything around. Walk on the parallel line and you will be mine.
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