The Lords of Integrity
Burns a fire therin,
calming my soul with staring eyes.
The wood is getting thin,
the swirling sparks are on the rise.
Its silent song flowing,
the swaying and fiery flame.
Seem to have some knowing,
dancing naked and without shame.
There's fire in the eyes,
as it waits for the minds return.
When to the past it flies,
across the bridges that were burned.
We look to that shine,
under which we have had one aim.
Help create a time,
when lords of integrity reign.
date:3/6/22
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2022
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