Lament |
Lead me on the way
I will just follow
from a land far away
i can hear you tomorrow
knocking outside my door
i am not home
instead i'm outside to abhor
who comes to my faraway catacomb
unseen and a mystery
but sometimes it's just nothing
for all the searching in history
it was the most doubted, easiest of things
but what remains doubted will remain so
until some soul might bestow
the sight of truth for those diligent
in search of history, within mystery unsighted
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