The deep disease of weeds we sown
I do not know the secret of life
But I do know what I can sacrifice
The dignity, the might, the right
I will return in second life
I’ll bow my head at your sight
While heavy stones hold all tight
Then memories return in darkened night
Nieve with age is my delight
And we’ll follow the ones who have been sold
Were taking no chances in a world so cold
But were finding the answers in a world so old
©1994 c.bergsma
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