Day begins, my eyes
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Ward off the assault of the Sand Man;
The visage of your stained-glass face,
Ornamented with the finest gems,
Illuminated in the dawning sun,
Welcomes me back to the Land of the Living.
Soft kisses from the Patron Saint of Me
Send me on my way,
With a smile on my face
And a brand new song in my heart.
Through daemons' lectures,
Promises of the verdant,
The dream of you,
Shining in Transcendent Glory, remains,
A glorious beacon
Through the clouds and storms
Of day to day life.
The skyís carmine glow
Signals my escape from the world;
My downtrodden spirit,
Transformed to sable and azure
By the dayís tribulations.
All is calmed and soothed
By the balm of your wondrous voice,
Welcoming my return from the Realm of Sorrows--
The voice of God, Herself,
Through your ruby lips.
A love unknown to generations before,
Expressed in a momentís touch
From your auric fingertips.
The single greatest feeling in the known Universe
Is knowing Iím loved by you.
No golden goddess is required
For this modern-day Loki;
Only the soft hues
From the stained-glass face
Of my Patron Saintó
'He who knows others is learned. He who knows himself is wise.'
'Tomorrow will take us away,
Far from home--
No one will ever know our names,
But the bards' songs will remain.
Tomorrow, all will be known,
And You're not alone,
So don't be afraid
In the dark and cold
'Cause the bards' songs will remain.
They all will remain
In my thoughts and in my dreams
They're always in my mind....
Come close Your eyes;
You can see them, too.'
The Bard's Song: Into the Forest