Pacifica
by Tom Hamilton
Pacifica | When I hear your name | It's the magic of the mythical | that calls me in from the rain | the sound of South America | soaked in the sun | the heartbeat of Mother Africa | sings the rhythm of One || for just a moment to be beautiful | to stand unashamed | of the things that God has given us | free of the blame | for just a moment to be whimsical | to laugh unafraid | no more worrying about or thinking of | the mistakes that we made
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