• I told story after story,
    And no one ever seemed to care,
    Of how I told,
    Of soldiers marching in their rows,
    Or of how the darkest sky’s looked so full in bloom,
    Or how the wind,
    Guided my way to this never forsaken place,
    I behold tonight in my hands,
    And as I whisper,
    These words from my lips,
    I want you to carry on my message,
    Keep the story flowing,
    Don’t ever let your words rest,
    For everyone seeks your knowledge,
    Even if it looks like they don’t care,
    Tell this story,
    in your sleep and dreams you might as well,
    But let them guide you to the place you call home,
    For I’m sure,
    I’ll be there…