Find meaning in the thing which you have locked
Away from the doors of your life of “faith”;
Stand your ground, make amends with that past wraith,
And rejoice the thing which you now stand shocked.
Row towards the land of wisdom; come back
To the world, the heart so close to your dreams
Of many a great tale waiting, it seems;
Trust in your soul, that which looms way aback.
“Wrong” doth no good to you, mighty soldier;
Love each other, and be light in spirit!
The very words give me such profound writ,
Like a bird soaring high, beyond falter.
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