a seed fall far from the roots
a path before it unwinds
the threat of unknown
the joys untold
lie on ahead
how will it be known ,alas!
until it comes to pass?
go on son,go!
find you a brook and drink
see a thousand kisses upon its water
of beasts and man alike
paupers and kings
of mystics and soothsayers
all fed by the hearth
the alter upon which,the earth
go on son,go!
listen to the winds as you go
of my love hearken their speech
many are led astray
by grounded jeers but,
hear that which preach
of that which extends thy reach
go on son,go!
see the western sky breed
run as darkness engulf it all
the lairs of evil will form
many find a waiting sojourn
a beaming light is seen afar
they'll find a smiles flare
where none till did dare
touch hearts along the way
its free give and live free
we mould with our hands
a world of our choice
if hurt look above
find healing in the bosom of love
come son,come back!
your scent is moist upon the dew
upon ones sunset it helps to know
to dream is to hope
climb the mounts and find us
hidden but look still
silence teaches the willing
as scrolls enlighten all but the blind
rest your head upon your tombstone
and let all that you know
rot and become billowing dust.
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