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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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The forms are far spreading,

Dear father,

Tell me the way,

I have lost it.

 

Can you see the depth of my soul

My ghost to which I can never escape.

The err of my ways.

Show me the way,

I have lost it.

 

The path before me,

Which I so clearly saw,

Is now washed away and overgrown

The smooth easy road,

Over traveled and little repaired,

Now sits in disarray.

The weeds,

The trees,

The fire bush and the thistle tree,

Growing and consuming,

The once easy way.

 

Father please guide me,

My eyes are gone,

My sorrow deeper then the ocean

My mind higher then the stars.

Sow the way the path,

I want to return home.

Posted

The path is drawn,

upona map,

with points leading east,

and some leading west.

 

but the years have been long,

and men no longer go,

through forests, and meadows.

 

Father please show us the way

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