Dream Scribe

The Blindman's Reprieve.

These hills are calling,
The small ocean breathes and fumes,
This little candle holds
its head up to the hurricane.
Unafraid to die.

Goodness and mercy
will follow me
all the days of my life.
Shadows of a setting sun
fall across The Eventide.
An Angels' Chorus
resounds the
Echo of Eternity.
The light of a New Day
shall ever dawn.

Follow The Blindman's
footsteps to the
Ends Of The Earth.
The Heatseeker's Reprieve
is built to find its target.
Be true to loyalty
And honesty will
Guide you onwards,
Homeward once again.