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Five years ago I told you a story
Of a shepherd who stands and waits not for glory,
A songbird and angiel, whose voices long taken,
A night owl gaurding a love thought forsaken.
The angiel has faded, lost in herself
Embarking a path to find someone else.
The songbird has altered, and so has her tune
That fades with the sun and returns with the moon.
The night owl waits and, though father away,
Flies quick into action should he fall astray
Measuring life and love not by green
But by all that is felt and that cannot be seen.
Through all seasons changing this bird will take flight
To strengthen the will of the warrior's might.
But if you find the herd is too much to stand
I will be waiting where it all began.
Of a shepherd who stands and waits not for glory,
A songbird and angiel, whose voices long taken,
A night owl gaurding a love thought forsaken.
The angiel has faded, lost in herself
Embarking a path to find someone else.
The songbird has altered, and so has her tune
That fades with the sun and returns with the moon.
The night owl waits and, though father away,
Flies quick into action should he fall astray
Measuring life and love not by green
But by all that is felt and that cannot be seen.
Through all seasons changing this bird will take flight
To strengthen the will of the warrior's might.
But if you find the herd is too much to stand
I will be waiting where it all began.