Through The Valley

Nought it be and thought with not
For I am humble with my lot
Plentiful the wholesome seed
By which I live and so I breed

Soil shall always turn to dust
But I am not burdened with the seed of lust
Purity thy heart is open
For I am like the endless ocean

Quest I be the open wave
And think of all the lives we would save

Savage be thy wicked hand
That banished freedom from our land
Wars are not a welcome sight
Burning beneath the stars that burn this night

For we are human to the last
So drop your weapons, release the past
And follow footsteps in the snow
Through the valley, we must go

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