Poem -

The great triumphant way.

Some dreamers count the star's above
while others make them move

As if to claim the nights great Sky and captivate
It's groove

There's a song the brave hearts sing
While the crickets seranade

they live their life to the beating drum, and grandly they parade

There's a wise old man
Beneath the moon
He knows of shooting stars

Hes battled hard and won a few and cherished
Most his scar's

He knows the roads of ruin, and the great triumphant way, and where he sits, you'll
see it clear
for He brings the light
of day.

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