So much has been thought
So much has been said
To where do I go when my life has been bled?
Perhaps through a stream
Or sky overhead
Where is one's hearth when their body goes dead?
But I am 'me' for the moment
Nor need have I bluff
For ETERNITY beckons, making me tough
For TRUTH is upon us and calls of my name
Not punishment, guilt or the loss of life's game
So drink of this nectar
and adventure with me
Then take up your sword
We've others to free
From: One of Your Own
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