Hearken

Hearken to my song, my tale My story swift, and true; I will utter only once. ‘Neath skies of azure blue I seek the science of the mind; The study of the same. In aspects of unspoken grace, My future I will claim. My morals are of adamant, My will of steel and iron, And still, I speak no faithless word, Lest restless are my sires. From fingers quick I sing a song; They dance across the frets. And paint away my sorrows gray, ‘Neath moon and star sets. Feet hastening over the grass I seek to self improve Pushing myself past my limit This is the pain I choose Try and you will fail to find A truer soul than I In word and deed, I follow creed ‘Neath azure autumn skies