Sentinel

Welcome to my section; I’m the guardian of the trail; Stick with me you’ll be alright; we’ll camp and tell some tales. I haven’t seen the master; since many years now past; But I’ve been faithful all this time; doing as he asked. I’m sorry I can’t help you; I’ve never seen the end; But I know this part so well; you’re safe with me my friend. I know I’m getting old; but I see well in the dark; And nothing will get next to you; or I’ll scare it with my bark. When you get to where you’re going; and everyone has come; Ask him if he’ll come for me; when my job is done. I’ve seen a lot of ugliness; but I’ve made a lot of friends; Excuse me for my open wounds; I’m sure that they will mend. I saw a nasty creature; not so long ago; We screamed and tussled all day long; it cut me don’t you know. I’ve got a lot of battle scares; it scares you I might guess; Don’t you worry weary travelers; I’m here to help you rest. The master is so wonderful; I’ve pledged my life to him; Tell him I’m continuing; until he comes again. In the morning when you wake up; I’ll take you to the lake; You can drink and wash, refresh yourself; and dissolve your past mistakes. I envy you your journey; I long for paradise; But helping you to travel on; makes me feel real nice. Mention to the keeper; not to lock the gate; Tell him I’ve been faithful; and ask him if he’ll wait.