Monday, March 26, 2012

The Weight of the Crown

Rest for a while,
Rest for the night;
Rest your lonesome head, my boy,
Rest the remnants of your fright.

Seek out a peace,
Seek out a center;
Seek refuge for your wounded heart,
Seek out shelter for this winter.

The storm above,
The storm within;
The storm beneath your wings;
The storm will pass and return again.

Make ready for the unknown,
Make ready to battle;
Make ready lone ranger,
Make ready your saddle.

For now you can sleep,
For now you can lie down;
For now you can release the doubt
That is born from your gold crown.

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