Under the setting sun so far
Beneath the veil of clouds
We find tomorrow’s home
Brightly shining yet unknown
Slowly falling, calling home
We follow that trail in earnest
The pull of the moon draws
Us through to dark plains and passes
Onward we trek, searching our fortune
Yet little we know we carry it with us
Each day we strive to make our mark
Uncovers a layer of linen and bark
That guards the treasure we seek
Yet all we do is polish it deep
We nourish our soul and feed our goal
It is a terrible swift storm we sail
Weary and weak but never defeat
A sip of wine a taste of scone
One day more we charge and ride
Tomorrow is yesterday once again more
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