Celtic Roots
As the horizon calls me home
through a mist all alone the valleys and dales carry my trails Over lands I have come to a place where it begun my homeland by the sea A place just for me where the shadows I see lead to a window I feel the gentle breeze My time was but short I never realized that the homeland I sought was never to deny The roots of my tree the clan in me that awakened the space I could never see My Celtic foundation my inspiration Lost through generations It was never taken As I sit and take in all the lands of my kin I see treasures that were born through my naked forlorn Nothing left my space recreated without haste each step coming around not torn In time my roots seal my fate where it is never to late to step back into time bring alive the divine the roots of my kin shrine Taking it all in I give all that I know in time with kindred flow to the passage of time that leads me to find that all is right now hesitation is never how reclaiming is found So over hills and dales as I roam I continue on home with the heart of my sea deep inside me never losing the view of my kindred breeze AS the winds take me far my home is in heart no more shall I drown no more shall I frown as the lands bring me down The Celtic sea and me will always be one Nothing will be lost nothing will come undone My home in heart brings the Celtic harp into every channel of my eternal spark |
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