the journey
Dark of night...through winter storm
braving all that ever came before
two warriors who had come to seek
riding onward, their chances bleak.
Above the cold and misty dawn
the Goddess watches, so curious.
Unbelieving all this time, she can be so furious
and the journey to the Promised Land
started then, in the begin,
when we were so young and they, so old.
Two warriors now seeking out their destiny.
Her hands are tied, even she can't see, through
Blizzards blown and summer's heat
the rains that fell...through April's storm.
You and I, we would never be
without that journey...across that sea.
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