Sing in me Oh ye Ancient muse
And tell a story through me
My mouth for yours
Make me a worthy instrument
Plant in me the sage's seed
Let the teary clouds nurture for growth
Mortals die of ancient hunger
Feed the world through me I pray
Owners of ancient wisdoms
Custodians of hidden truth
Hold not back the light
Nor cease the moon from me
My heart is open
Take my hands, ink my pen
Build out of these blank papers
The Eight wonders of the world
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
Sing in me Oh ye Ancient muse
And tell a story through me
My mouth for yours
Make me a worthy instrument
Plant in me the sage's seed
Let the teary clouds nurture for growth
Mortals die of ancient hunger
Feed the world through me I pray
Owners of ancient wisdoms
Custodians of hidden truth
Hold not back the light
Nor cease the moon from me
My heart is open
Take my hands, ink my pen
Build out of these blank papers
The Eight wonders of the world