We’re all poets of wonder
Wandering along our paths
Pregnant with this eternity
Giving birth to a moment
Fragile but so perfect
Delicate but so strong
Breathing fire into flame
Turning darkness into light
And we hunger for adventure
Getting lost out in the woods
But now we’re beckoned home
And with no compass in our hand
Who will guide us back?
Guide us to where we belong?
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