Sandy Path - 03 Apr 2004
With eyes that cannot see
With ears that do not hear
I stumble after you
With a heart that is now open
With a mind now humbled I find Joy
Were in the fourth age second from last
Though the flesh can see and hear quite well
The soul will suffer, glimpse at Hell
Through our toil
Suffering days
Commend the one deserving praise
Don't heap scorn on the damned
For the path through arid land
We will see soon enough A walk we feel is too tough
Tie your boots with Pride and Care
We walk the sandy path out there
But in a Life a time too short
The end we'll meet
Lets depart
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