The Call of the Ancients

Where is that ancient place?

I’ve been long waiting the return

Been trying to remember how it burns

Oh, how my Spirit yearns…

To tangle in that warm embrace.

Who was our father’s race?

A wiser man of noble mind

A man not bound and kept by time

Hoping his sons will one day find…

Their true and steadfast place.

Put down your names

Your games

The identities you stole

Unveil your eyes

The lies

Have bled you of your soul

Can you feel the warmth…

The searing heat of the truth within?

Can you hear the call…

Of the Ancients in the wind?

Head their words…

Mark your pace…

Steadfast to that ancient place.

-TG

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