From the far ends of earth,
to streets made of gold,
the sun's always shined,
since the long days of old.
one mountain to next,
two rivers apart,
three fields of blue,
but alike is the heart.
the center of peace,
a story untold,
four elemental stages,
and the heart never cold.
you wait and i'll listen,
as the winds tell the story,
of valor and freedom,
and a love filled with glory.
it's tale neverending,
it's peace always spoken,
your last fateful journey,
for a heart left unbroken.
so follow the signs,
remember the sendings,
your path is unfinished,
left to make your own endings.
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 8:02 PM UTC
From the far ends of earth,
to streets made of gold,
the sun's always shined,
since the long days of old.
one mountain to next,
two rivers apart,
three fields of blue,
but alike is the heart.
the center of peace,
a story untold,
four elemental stages,
and the heart never cold.
you wait and i'll listen,
as the winds tell the story,
of valor and freedom,
and a love filled with glory.
it's tale neverending,
it's peace always spoken,
your last fateful journey,
for a heart left unbroken.
so follow the signs,
remember the sendings,
your path is unfinished,
left to make your own endings.
4. feb. 2010