I have no voice but mine Dreamed, dreams are sometimes full Of meaning vague and profound One such full of spirit's influence Wherein dreamer obeyed the pull Of right and good and found That soon the darkened path made sense So am I on that same road That leads beside the fall Into the waters dark and swirling Wherein others have strayed And through the mists I struggled And fell beneath a load But caught the rod And pressed on through it all Moving toward the tree Where all my hopes and dreams are laid And though those who exalt themselves Point and laugh and mock I refuse to loose my grip Or leave the shepherd's flock For I have seen the weary ones Who fall into forbidden paths And are lost And I have seen the joyful ones Who have held fast and reached their goal Despite the cost And when at last I reach the tree and fall Upon my knees, so overcome with light I then shall know of the value of it all Rejoice in that I know my choice was right. << go back Raemanzu's Home on the Web
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