Time…

It’s time to rest, little heart, little heart

It’s time to slumber, little birdie.

Rest your tired feet

On my soothing shoulder

Tarry awhile and meet

All the gentle souls of this old house.

What makes you wary, little heart?

What keeps you awake, little birdie?

Is it the crumbling walls of this house?

Or is it the sense of a deep darkness within unroused?

Do not worry, dear little heart!

Do not worry, dear little birdie!

The darkness hurts only those

Who have malicious intent in their hearts

Not those with pure hearts to keep their part.

Now fly away, little heart, little heart

Go away, little birdie

The storm is past, little heart, little heart

The weight is lost, little birdie.

It’s time to rest, little heart, little heart

It’s time to slumber, little birdie.

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A Promise…

path

I have made a promise
To myself
To keep on walking
Until the end
To persevere
Against all the odds.
‘Coz when it gets tougher
The rough gets rougher.
The bets are higher.
The winnings greater
Just need to stick a bit long.
Smile, sweat and song.
It is a lone struggle
Against the very nature
The lessons of yore
Stacks of customs and mores.
A steep incline
I climb and climb.
Sores on my feet
Fire in my soul.
Now that I see the path.
I can’t do nothing but walk.
To be willfully blind
Is the height of folly.