and wooden benches....
half of my heart is left in a country that doesn't speak my language,
full of kids that weigh so heavy, like the latest burden,
but this is more serious than those that are my own
this is a selfless feeling in the pit of my stomach
that i can escape,
no matter how hard or far i run,
for some reason my heart is stricken for this country,
that i thought was consumed by beautiful beaches and tourists,
man, was i ever wrong,
its the ticos that will show you the greatest simple love,
and warm your heart,
its the perfect display of God's amazing works,
the possibilities before them seem so endless
in this place,
until the tears well up in my eyes and i realize they are gone again.
Carpio, Costa Rica,
you will forever...
have a part of me.
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