This song I sing not meant for thee
Nor doth thy foot fit in mine, thou shall see
Feeling tall grass under mine pads
Thou canst see mine path, not a mere thousand lads
For I have walked one hundred lives
To understand mine life end with coming tides
Waters edge this winter seems cold
Mine journey finally shall unfold
Weary mine bones, Muscles feel weak
Out from trees mine future looks bleak
To make it to waters edge
To finish this...