Give it a thought, At least one more time. Let us consult The one advisor Before we draw a conclusion To our, what seems to be, Incomplete memoir.
The sword taken Out of its sheath, Determined to repel all persuasions. The dreams we dreamt To see the many stars Is now left as just a dream.
Only toil left for me Is to convince myself to Believe this is the plan of the One. However, the ***** that sustains my life Aches to see the present Becoming only a history. Dreaming again to see The brighter star laid before our eyes. I bid you Farewell.