A Song of The Journey

A SONG of THE JOURNEY

Up the ruins through the trees, down the rivers to the seas my love for you keeps growing. Your love of this historic land, and all its people feeling grand, to you they come for assistance. You stand there strong and proud, you make my heart cry out loud. I would love to share my life with you; you make me feel like dancing.

Up the ruins through the trees, down the rivers to the seas my love for you keeps growing. You sing me tales of old; and enchant me with your ways, and have shown me things that have turned my very blood cold. Your personality is as vibrant as the colours you wear; I would love to run my fingers through your hair. You make me feel like dancing.

Up the ruins through the trees, down the rivers to the seas my love for you keeps growing. You take me by the hand to the ruins that were once grand, explaining everything holding my hand. It is so sad that man and time have both raped and ravished this wondrous land. Where once a culture brave and true wanted nothing better to do, than to worship her above all others mother nature comes before sisters and brothers.

Up the ruins through the trees, down the rivers to the seas my love for you keeps growing. I sit here at the babbling brook, taking the time and trouble to look all around me, should I live to be one hundred I will never understand. What they know about this strange and wonderful land, the trees the flowers everywhere just simply stand and stare.

Up the ruins through the trees, down the rivers to the seas my love for you keeps growing.

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