Post by Joe on Oct 21, 2006 13:57:32 GMT -5
Dawn of the tide.
Morning seen in the vast expanse of the new looking gaze of youth
As the winds of change blow soft to whisper upon the ears of those willing to listen
The secrets of past to bring forth the future knowledge of time to be yet seen
Listen now in the silence of the waking tide my friend
Perhaps to scope what maybe heard but never listened to in the days of twilight
When you look back upon your dawn will you still see the colours that your father painted for you?
Will you now place your colours upon the pallet and thrust your own brush to the canvas
Take courage in your youth and passion in the best of times
Be ready for the worst of days and know in the heat of battle the hero is born
Test the metal of your heart and soul in the face of your foe and woe
For the rest of time is yours now held the palm of your hand?
Morning seen in the vast expanse of the new looking gaze of youth
As the winds of change blow soft to whisper upon the ears of those willing to listen
The secrets of past to bring forth the future knowledge of time to be yet seen
Listen now in the silence of the waking tide my friend
Perhaps to scope what maybe heard but never listened to in the days of twilight
When you look back upon your dawn will you still see the colours that your father painted for you?
Will you now place your colours upon the pallet and thrust your own brush to the canvas
Take courage in your youth and passion in the best of times
Be ready for the worst of days and know in the heat of battle the hero is born
Test the metal of your heart and soul in the face of your foe and woe
For the rest of time is yours now held the palm of your hand?