I am one of few, but few is enough To sustain our legacy, our purpose Down generations of bonds and blood
We travel across the lush fields and jungles The mountains are steep and the road if often rough I am one of few, but few is enough
We teach our young, and remind the old Our moonlight torch passing and rising with every sun Down generations of bonds and blood
We do not seek to promote our cause, our message Words are none other than to sound powerful or tough I am one of few, but few is enough
The world may scorn us, may exile the pure I hope the divine does not die with my prayer I am one of few, but few is enough Down generations of bonds and blood
My friend and I decided to do a random "do-not-think" type poetry and just write in under 10 minutes. It is a slight variation of a villente.