My Song

The closest thing the world will ever get to a definition of ME.

Like a bird,  like the Wind, In a Flight of Song

Like a Word, like a Warrior, Steadfast in beleif

Like a straight in the bend

And a Legend that ceased

To End

 

Like a Hawk, like a Sparrow, soaring over a ditch

Like a king, like a pauper, yet neither more rich

And the way, like a family, Stories always seem

To grow

 

Like a Song, like a Sword, Entertwined in Fate

There's a fence with a lock

Key hidden in grate

Somehow

Dark and Light

Reign in the same 

Face

 

The End

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