Where the Lilies Bloom

I have seen and known the stories Our writers have depicted, denoted Our artists have painted Pain so passionate We indulge in misconception So we may forget the hurt of each day But i know and i have seen a place Where the lilies bloom Where the scent of air sweetened with nectar Where streams run clean with waters Where the wild is neither brutal nor aggressive Where the silence is a mode of communication Where clouds form to rain And not flood the land Water logging soil Where beauty has no definition I have seen the place However far from home A place where the Lilies Bloom