dimanche, mars 07, 2004
Nay I have not sighted end
Yet ten moons have risen on this lonely path
Nine suns past, do you wait for the last?
Our Journey though in silence has not been in vain
What do you see which I do not?
Yonder ahead the path seems strange, and worries me
Have the endless nights softened your guts?
Brother here, have you faith left in our journy?
Ere we stepped forth I swore us to the bitter end
Why then does thou take to the cynic these days
I but speak the truths and only the truths
Stranger-friend we have travelled far
Nay I have not sighted end
Yet ten moons have risen on this lonely path
Nine suns past, do you wait for the last?
Our Journey though in silence has not been in vain
What do you see which I do not?
Yonder ahead the path seems strange, and worries me
Have the endless nights softened your guts?
Brother here, have you faith left in our journy?
Ere we stepped forth I swore us to the bitter end
Why then does thou take to the cynic these days
I but speak the truths and only the truths
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