The trader went into great detail "Down the street, two miles exact Take a left at the blueberry patch You'll see a hut, a chimney to match". "An old lady named Sue That's where she's at Tell her I sent you— She'll know what I need." A crack of light splits the sky wide, Thunder rolls and shadows hide. So, the traveller started down the street, Two miles exact— Taking a left at the blueberry patch And was met by an old lady named Sue. The man in black shoes passed burdened by fate, His white horse strides with gentle gait, Shadows and light dance soft and faint "Good day," she said "How do you do?" "A good day indeed, Met the best craftsman in the land you see." The old lady smiled and said, "The cowhide is in the shed." The traveller nodded his head, Went to gather cowhide from the shed.
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
And so it comes to me once more the time is now, I must step forward I cannot shirk, I must not flinch I have to find a way within to meet my fate firm on my feet And find the path to be complete To be complete in mind and soul to move into another role so many friends to hold my hand encourage me to take a stand I am so slow I feel so old And yet the future - filled with gold! I am astounded by the sights I am enthused to reach new heights Many trials are yet to come And yet I cannot just stay dumb It's time to speak to raise my voice To join the throng and make a noise
