The hermit

The wise man stands, above the land, above all man
kind thoughts he always keeps
while the people sleep below he weeps and knows that while the darkness grows
there's hope.

For chosen few there are
he'll light the stars and watch them gather from afar


The wise man knows that fates of generations rest on those
whom he bestows his grateful wisdom
while the woes of hateful man resist him
Faith in man restored by those imploring knowledge gives him enough reason
not to bow his head in shame.

For times they change
And though they might remain the same
It's up to those who know they way
to shed the light on those who might
just have enough inside to want to watch their young see all their days turn into nights.

So the wise man stands, above the land, with staff in hand
blessing those who's beings restore the faith in man.

Copyright Josh Murat January 2005