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Plains of Nebraska Words and Music by Robert Wynne © 2002 Midwestern skies Wind blows soft across the grassy land Long winter nights Moonlight shining down upon you like a lantern in the fog And can you hear it? A lonely distant echo Can you feel it? The chill deep within your bones Can you see it? How the land can roll forever 'Till it almost seems to fall into the sky? There is truth you will find Do you recall Why you wandered far away from home? And have you found it The solitary wisdom that comes softly in the night? Just remember What you seek is more than home Don't forget now The owl's quiet cry Heed the calling For it may pass you just this once And having passed you never come again There is truth you will find Dawn is breaking Light spills out across the cold dark sky And you discover A peace you've never known before A quiet inner light So you pack up Leave the ground the way you found it On your shoulders Everything you've ever owned And you look back For a moment, just forever, Then turn away and walk against the wind There is truth you will find
I wrote the chorus for this song a while back, and it sat in my ideas folder for a long time, because I really liked it, but I wasn't sure what it was about. While looking through the various contents of that folder, i came across it and suddenly knew what the rest of the song was about. This is a song about self-discovery and the search for meaning and purpose in life. All of us eventually go on this journey in one way or another, and what we find along the way shapes us in subtle ways we don't always immediately recognize.
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