Bless the halflings of the marsh, bless them under hill,
may their quaint messages come to me and have my heart go still, May rusticity grip my future, may pleasure grasp my home, may i soon find myself in hopes to them an embraced palm,

The joys of life are upon the faces of every soul, the laugh speaks more truth than anything, minus the smile with turn of tongue, and may the depthful look of love embrace everyone on earth, I care not where it is found, so long as it finds homes.

there is a war on earth, its not between men,
it is between light and shadow, and what falls in between. The casual defeat and casual return, finds light to be less serious in its attempt of triumph,
the darkness pushes forward, it rages as it goes, but in the end the light must win, for daylight lasts more than night.

O, no such villain exists as the voice in my head, the one whom plots my misery to be beseeched upon by me, to take a refuge in my dread, It pushes me far from light, it pleads i say goodbye, to all of those known not by me, before i manage "hi"

Joy is found in all things, if one is wise to look, though i the fool look past it, It stands in every book,
the dew upon the morning, the shimmer in an Eye, The greatest feeling in the world, and not within "Goodbye"

the mind is too destructive, it rages for its power, the heart is tortoise to its hare, it slowly claims a tower,
the heart is ever patient, the mind is too a blur, the arrogance of mind's defeats leave me in passing hours,
the heart can only heal wounds, it cannot build one strong, but if it turns me from my pain, it keeps me from going Sour.