steps forward
marking territory
linking chains
that wove and bind
the heart forever in bondage
grey saplings rise
from all their dew
small offerings made
to the great gods of change
bewitch
we all came
we all came
stronghold of doubt
to sabotage wonder
wrap the clever guises hence
wrap time in memories
beholden loss
warriors of dreams
care not for sorrows seams
but for the pure fruit of day break
where lightness beams
lay down arms
bear fruit
plant thy seeds
know the soft embrace of thy mother
as she speaks
through tears of rain
and soft cloud
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