When Aeneas did escape from destroyed Troy
while in the distance arrows did hit into people
he knew the weight of duty
while he walked away
with his father on his back,
his child on his hand
but when he got tired
he walked on with determination,
in the distance he saw the blue-white thunder coming down
and when he was stumbling,
did almost fall
he knew that he had to go on
and he got more power from love,
his father did become light
while his child's hand did keep him in balance
until he found his men and his ship
and pointed it to the deep ocean.
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