Poland's Son
I never met him,
I never heard him,
But I felt I knew him.
Driving through Wadowice,
Where he grew up.
I felt I knew him.
Walking through St. Leonard's Crypt,
Where he said his first mass.
I felt I knew him.
Kneeling near the Black Madonna,
Staring at the golden rose,
I felt I knew him.
Hearing stories of the war,
Seeing the cross at Auschwitz,
I felt I knew him.
Touching the Wawel bell
That later celebrated his life.
I felt I knew him.
Knowing he's traveled the world,
Seeing a few of the places he's been,
I felt I knew him.
I never met him,
I never heard him,
But I felt I knew him.
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