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- "Sacred places are not far away,
But there are no roads leading to them.
If you go where they tell you to go,
You'll find it slippery,
A moss-covered bridge."
In the heart where silence reigns,
Lies a place untouched by chains.
Close your eyes and you will see,
Hidden realms of mystery.
No paved paths will guide your way,
Where echoes of the ancients play.
Whispers of the past you'll hear,
If you let your mind draw near.
Sacred places not far away,
No roads lead where spirits sway.
Follow the call, take a chance,
Find your bridge.
Stars above, the light the night,
Symbols leading to the light.
Wisdom wrapped in dreams you weave,
Gifts of truth, when you believe.
Mist may cloak the path you tread,
Guided by the heart instead.
Feel the moss beneath your feet.
Sacred places not far away,
No roads lead where spirits sway.
Follow the call, take a chance,
Find your bridge.
In the shadows, grace will gleam,
Cross the bridge and chase the dream.
Sacred places call your name,
Never lost, they're one and same.
Touch the sky without a trace,
In your soul, the holy space.