Far from here, in worlds much wider,
rides a fell and dangerous rider.
Fearless goes this mighty man;
adventuring his only plan.
With heart beat strong and head held high
he soars like an Eagle in the sky.
He fights and wins lifes daily wars
to snatch the prize from failures doors.
He laughs at death, but holds life dear.
His forward path is always clear.
Sweet joy he knows to deepest core.
He gives his all in love and war.
A slayer of Dragons, doer of deeds,
reaper of harvests, sower of seeds.
Deep in my heart I hold this man
while lifes fears keep me from his plan.
I feel him deep inside my soul.
I know he’s there; I know his goal.
He wants to lift me from fear’s spell
so I can tread my own trail well.
But all the time fear wins the day
and keeps me to my mundane way.
Perhaps one day with him I’ll fly;
just one short trip before I die.
Then I can see what life can be,
If I just remember “I am free!”
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