Beside The Willows Where Tears Depart

No need be greater, my gentle man
But the challenge be, that we are man
And before the sun, we almost broke
With our hearts we held a sense of hope

One thought is held with the simplest notions
For hearts are bound like endless oceans

One deemed that the light of the day is grim
And there are thoughts on senseless whims
Senseless scurry are foolish words
Bound in truth but seldom heard

Valiant be the sense I favour
For I am man and not your saviour

Scorned, be the daylight that is grim
That I shall neither surrender before the whim
Purge thy burdens, troubled heart
Beside the willows where tears depart

Heaven spent the golden showers
That falls among the silver towers
Hollow be these golden hours
Where there are tears among the showers

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