| If the times should ever change,and their tides flow away from here.If the world is born agin with renewed vigor,and curiosity.If wolves run far,and wide on this land;....then you may see me. If a house is made of sod,and stone;filled with the love of family,and friend;where a stranger may find peace,at least for the night,and the pounding of drums lasts until the sun rises,and sets agin on it's journey;....I may be there. In a dream we walked amongst you,never real,yet;never far from you. We strode this land in splendor.Our houses were at the nape of the world!All bright was our word;destroying the ones that broke it,and giving strength to those that kept it. We were fine in the days of our youth,weren't we?Perhaps we were.Perhaps... Many times I have wondered.Now I only speak from experience.... Never to roam this green,fair,land agin,where the owls hoot their own story;for,as surely as We lived then!;...."Only once was given;for our time,and for our glory!".. |
