British beauties bewilder background believers bringing backwards beliefs

To look at a child,
And realize you had a part in
Her or his creation

To hold said child,
And realize this child would lack
Existence without you

You created, much like your Father,
A life, a human life
To be cherished, held, and loved
Like your Father did for you.

Beauty in each and every little finger
Curiosity lingering in each eye
The world has yet to know you,
Dear child
What will you show them?

Dear Wayfarer,
Oh wayfarer, me

Show me the way to the nearest
Adventure
Show me the tallest of trees
The lowest of valleys

I wish to be lost with you,
Oh wayfarer,
You know your way around
I can tell by your grizzled features
And you impenetrable courage
Facing high cliffs like the ground below them
Was no more than a step below

Oh Wayfarer,
Dear Wayfarer, me

Take me to a road less traveled,
In times like this
Show me antiquity.
I want to see the roads of old
The ones less traveled in days such as these

Oh Wayfarer,
Oh Wayfarer,
Dear Wayfarer,
Me

Realize that this world is yours to explore
With caution
But courage
With brazenness
And humility

Oh Wayfarer
Wayfarer: Me

******* alike angels, allowing acts almost as awful as ****

I've blown the train conductor's...

Mind

With a long, hard...

Fact

Regarding wet, soaked...

*******

Owners leave unshaved, outside,
With collars, of course.

Rhyme-scheme handled
But I can't get out...
For some reason
...Something scandled
I will pout...
...Show me treason
****, I almost got out.

Echoes of actions
Linger longer
Than half-assed wordplay
and roses