Shatterfall √
Shatterfall, the wind too weary
From crowds encumbered there
Alone the darkness, sad and bleary
The crowds too large to care
The crowds still gather, grow each day
So many lost along the way
As fame fools some and glory too
The clamors rise in grayish hue
All inspirations lost to din
The heart decides to seek within
For fame and glory, only slew
Drive sanity through depth to true
But, now, the teeming masses whole
Amass the silence of the soul
Wherefore, the soul cries out its heart
To find the way and, then, restart
Soul sings such songs as wills the ways
Eyes closed, heart opens, body sways
Then, follows there, in comfort dark
Vast shining vistas, sere and stark
For now is seen the vain false hope
Of crowds that teem on broken slope
But way is seen beyond the dearth
It’s seen to be pure, fallow earth
And further on is seen the field
That only seeds of soul can yield
No longer lost to touch and feel
No longer tossed, the soul is healed
It lies all 'round, soul can't confirm
But guides eternity to term
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