You ask me why I stay here In a wilful, lonely land, Offering a life of wealth and ease

In a terrain called grand.

Yet can I deny my true origin

To live a life that’s wrong,

Leaving forevermore behind me

The place where I belong?

For my heart belongs to the outback

To those endless mulga plains,

Where the saltbush & the bluebush vie

And the golden wattle reigns.

And the manner that finds wilful you

Will always be wonderful to me

As I bask in the glow of her sunsets

Shelter beneath ironbark trees.

And the land that you call ‘lonely’

Is a haven that I call ‘peace’,

While the terrain of grandeur offered

A turbulence that cannot cease.

Should my eyes grow old and dim

Without her burnished face;

The spirit of her beauty will recall

For me there’s no other place!

So ask not that I should leave here

To tread that turbulent track

For how could I live in wealth with ease

When my heart belongs outback?


By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)