I was never paired with you nor ever shall
I see you're not amused and mad
appearing before my eyes in full clad
I'm set to make space
for your noble grace,
though you suffer in many place.
Armed men tremble by your sight
enough to enable them to your light.
I hasten to pair my deliverance,
but we're still at quite a distance.
It's my heart that's mired in mud
words of wisdom essentially rubbed.
Pour me your wine, I finally sing
all that peace might bring, a sweet song,
like a bird song flapping its wings, singing
the songs of freedom, that breaks the chain of captives,
that brings down walls of hate and prejudice, that
reverberates all day and night, a song that makes
men and women walk hand in hand, and sign together
in four corners of the world.
I met an old man by the road,
Shakingly yet sturdy strode.
Shimmery crown adorned his head
The wrinkled skin ran across embed.
'I am blessed', he said.
' Many are gone', deep laid.
Those eyes brimmed a thousand tales,
Which await the strenuous sails.
His smile made my heart glad,
The past glories in full clad.
Barefoot he plod; the cold doesn't kill
As he mount the steep hill.
The blurry cloud descended.
As I turn back and headed
To the path of fresh trail,
A dint of the old man behold the dale.
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