it comes to pass when first and last shall meet betwixt the middle
and render still to have their fill of withered hearts and minds
do you suppose that days of old had simpler ways indeed
and ships that toss and are not lost but tethered to the tides
the clouds that break with lightning strike and throw down fiery bolts
as godly tears will swell our fears to wash away the guilt
but darkness reigns where man daren't bane and creatures dance with glee
you'll find me there with child I bear around the fire's silt
my hope is weak and my will is strong and my back can take the cold
my heart is broke and my mind is gone but my sight believes what's seen
to hear a bird on morning's light and feel the rays of sun
and smell the blood of foes undone will send the self careen
to swerve to die to leave to fly the winds of change will blow
head hung low upon furrowed brow with worry on my face
there must be a way to make some fey thoughts that comes to mind
will save us from disaster's ball and take us from this place
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