You're not a leader? You? The first? The first to go and play? With every tool the makers make, To find the moment it will break. You're not a leader? You? The one? The one to call us here? Twelve million views found your page; Bathed in your words so grand and sage. Twelve million times, and many more, Your leadership was sought. What is it that we ought to do to show what you've become, by heck! To us below, To us here on the deck. cdn.glitch.global/39f98701-18b4-47fe-8050-56ee2d97fe60/Captain.png
Sing of the Lady of the Night Who treads on sacred, silvered ground, Sways daintily to silent sound, Adorns the sky with silver light, And lingers with the Shades. She is the Goddess of the Dawn, Twinkle of kindness in his eye, The beauty of the midnight sky, Sister to those who dance and mourn, Her love a light that never fades. She is the Mother of us all. Stand still beneath Her watchful gaze; Her light sings of unuttered praise. Sweet Love before the tragic fall— Her endless mercy all pervades. And we emerge from 'neath her spell, As golden light spills 'cross the land, Across the page, over the hand That writes these words, this tale to tell: Her strength endures, and fear abates. The warmth, the joy, the leaping heart That follows as the new day breaks, As softly, hope once more awakes. Despair and doubt now fall apart; There is healing in the Shades.
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I CAN go on, all things are new, the old now fades into the blue I love the story that you write In inky lines in dead of night I love the realm you weave and sing I love to watch you build the thing My mind drifts on an endless stream Of wild fantasies and dreams I watch and sit, too sad to speak Not seeing that it's all for me The green grass spread beneath my feet The yellow flowers, the buzzing bees Hope springs eternal in my breast Inspired by He who knows me best
