The exiled Scot Is never free From the attachment To the land of their birth The heart can love Anywhere in the world, But the exiled soul Yearns for home The call of home, once a whisper Becomes louder every day I am not going home to die I am going home to live

“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath …

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