Standing here
on relics worth gold,
I yearn
to speak with men of old
to learn
of stories yet untold
to earn
respect and remain bold

Come to me
spirits of my fathers
and as my
worst fears unfold
if I am timid
make me bold
if I am weak
give me your strenght!

Standing here
I'll no more roam
demons beware
I am at home...

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