Journey's End
All things sought are found
Be great, be small
Be righteous, be wicked
All adventures you might befall
As the wind howls
And the waves crash
Where the eagle soars
You'll meet your match
The thing you seek
Has all things done
At Journey's end
You'll find the living one
When the lion makes no sound
He has come for us all
When at night nothing prowls
He has come for us all
And when all is said and done
At journey's end
You'll find the living one
Copyright © Sean Taylor | Year Posted 2015
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