Dear Watchman,
Without thy gaze into the far
Without the warning, danger,
Without thought or care
Lost, would we be
Lambs.
In a world dressed with smiles
Hiding the vicissitudes
The callous calls of fury
This citadel would fall
Without this Watchman
Watching.
This land, this precious soil
It creeps with terror skulking in the dark
Your lighthouse looks for passage
And your gaze looks
Protecting.
Keep looking Watchman,
Keep eyes firm,
Stern or starboard clear
We set sail knowing
That your light will guide
Your eyes protect
Your wisdom dear.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
Dear Watchman,
Without thy gaze into the far
Without the warning, danger,
Without thought or care
Lost, would we be
Lambs.
In a world dressed with smiles
Hiding the vicissitudes
The callous calls of fury
This citadel would fall
Without this Watchman
Watching.
This land, this precious soil
It creeps with terror skulking in the dark
Your lighthouse looks for passage
And your gaze looks
Protecting.
Keep looking Watchman,
Keep eyes firm,
Stern or starboard clear
We set sail knowing
That your light will guide
Your eyes protect
Your wisdom dear.
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