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A hidden voice beneath the thunder Cascades whispers reaching down A life less perfect in its living Is to real purpose summoned now As dream carved eyes sing empathy With wings made mortal to the search For essence weighed in temples raged Ascend the fires and salted earthI can see the message breathing still I can hear the voices sounding deep inside I can feel the hero rising up above the silence Your soul remembers yet The path that men forgot
I bring the winds to free you from your hesitation I call the storms to remind you what you are My faith endures for the sake of something less and more in them And so I bring the winds, to echo in your heart...
Drifting scenes of shameful things To haunt corrupted will The lion pacing at the edge Guards the keep that faith once built Find constitution in your soul... A vessel for your light Eyes drift toward the northern fires A beacon to the ocean of the night...
~cruxshadows~
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