Grassy hills and mountain tops do await
A Monarch butterfly floats on a breeze
I am here five hundred years too, too late
Pain of modernity up to my knees
Lush meadows, babbling brooks, God’s stepping stones
Lead to small campfire, smoke gets in mine eyes
Up on the hill, are my ancestors bones
They dance to the sound of a newborn’s cries
My woman and I traversed many lives
Shadow of the Sphinx, empire known as Rome
Souls tight intertwined our love so doth thrive
Spirits on the wind, searching for a home
In this place we breathe…with sturdy brave tribe
Dreams of destiny…fate will so ascribe
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