Digest the Foundations

Don't let my hope die down
although i know it was mine
to begin with
And the moon is praying
yet some see Elijah bestrode back in town
but I'm an old sinner
too old for my years
not knowing who would emerge
from the gloomy vale 
I rode away
to see the harbour's light dim
but still I think of outside
where all the pain was
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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