A Sense of Yearning

I have heard of a place that's not on maps; A place where there's no room for lies; Where mornings and nights never make the kiss, Where every form of life is able, is wise. Where you'll find only faces and never a mask; Where curiosity is never afraid to think and ask; Where the one true religion has always been love; Where the endless sky is always blue above; Where the birds never know the fatigue of flight; Where the nights stand dauntless in the stars' light; Where no child is killed before even she's born; Where no heart is broken and no skin torn; Where nobody knows the art of building a wall; Where there is always a hand when you fall; Where lilies dance with a newfound zest; Where crows and doves share the same nest; Where the river quenches the thirst of all; Where a horse runs free and is never in a stall; Where the moon's always shy and the sun bright; Where you'll never have to fight for what's right; Where benevolence