~ The Unknown ~
Whirling world
Echoing songs of the past
Shhh… listen
Can you hear it too?
The choir of exiled children as they
weep
weep
weep.
At one with The Over-Lord
Tapping into the stream beneath
These are the traditions
running many generations deep.
Seeping into our current vision
Reminding us of the innocence we lost
Mother, Sisters, Brothers…
Father, I beg of you… grant me the courage
to not stop until I’ve reached the mountain’s top
So I can see The Truth…
A truth I can never unsee.
Rooted still in the land of the living
Unafraid in my dark desire to dive
Deep, deep, deeper than flesh can go.
Beneath this silence that surrounds… and abounds.
This is the way of the truly free
Focused solely on
Cultivating what one day
We all will reap.
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