And look beyond the sky's edge toward this other land.
Pride flows hot in this eager blood born unto this place,
But to the past I would follow away from this time and space.
Thoughts create reflection of thistle and tarten splendour.
Old worlds renewed like the lovers' kiss, I crave the sweet and tender.
One foot leading to the future, the other in yesteryear.
Many generations have left her shores, yet still I must travel there.
And born far away I hear the call, my feelings forever roam.
Two worlds, two minds, I live them both, this new land
and Scotland ... my homes....
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