a glimpse of mongolia as seen from the eyes of a filipino volunteer who has never imagined himself visiting nor living in this country - the 17th largest area in the world, and one of the highest places on earth.
Everything has its season
Everything has its time
Show me a reason and
I'll soon show you a rhyme
Cats fit on the windowsill
Children fit in the snow
Why do I feel I don't fit in anywhere I go?
Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
I've got to be where my spirit can run free
Got to find my corner of the sky
Every man has his goal
People like the way dreams have
Of sticking to the soul
Thunderclouds have their lightning
Nightingales have their song
And don't you see
I want my life to be something more than long....
To settle for something small
But I won't rest until I know
I'll have it all
So don't ask where I'm going
Just listen when I'm gone
And far away you'll hear me singing
Softly to the dawn
Eagles belong where they can fly
I've got to be where my spirit can run free
Got to find my corner of the sky
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