The skillful blacksmith back in time
starved for gratitude- his moment in life
passing him by. The ship's built for you,
no confines sailor! Let the waves take you down
The stars have already been mapped,
a universal plan former holders kept
You find reassurance in the word
of your predictable world
There's no difference in conquering
the ocean or a day for the god-fearing
spirit steering the wrong way
Lay down forsaken child
The cradle smithed for you is eternal
Your failures will be forgotten,
your ordinariness will be renowned
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Publicerad 2025-09-25 01:17