Journey of Destiny

I step from the Highlands

Of Scotland

To the golden walls of Troy

Then I make my way to France

Where I glance

At the damages from the Hundred years of war

Dust, smoke, blood and gore

And men too weak to fight

But a simple peasant girl

Claims she can make things right

I travel back home

To the mystical islands of the Celts

The Brits, The Welsh and The Picts

Breathing in the magic of my ancestors

By walking on the holy soil of Stonehenge

There a druid waits for me.

That’s when I know

A life by the sword and axe

Will be my destiny…