There was a boy, on a horse,
crossing a river.
Riding next to him,
was his friend by the name white,
and all, very skinny and light.
was his friend by the name white,
and all, very skinny and light.
On a journey to,
they got to learn about each other,
not much different from a child and its mother.
But when night came, they shattered to dust,
and looked at the board, with a heart of lust,
Many years past,
still a vessel, with a broken mind,
and there for they think, its all behind.
Out calls the wind, with a young cry,
its all getting so clear,
even there is, so much to deny.
From dust to form, the boy arise
with his friend at his side, for him to advise
they got to learn about each other,
not much different from a child and its mother.
But when night came, they shattered to dust,
and looked at the board, with a heart of lust,
Many years past,
still a vessel, with a broken mind,
and there for they think, its all behind.
Out calls the wind, with a young cry,
its all getting so clear,
even there is, so much to deny.
From dust to form, the boy arise
with his friend at his side, for him to advise
Come with me, she said with shine,
everything will sure be, good and fine.
The confusing moments, is just how it sounds
but what lives on, is all it counts!
The confusing moments, is just how it sounds
but what lives on, is all it counts!
Signed,
The Rider,
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