Save For Me The Promised Land

Will this away: the heedless noise,

the shifting of the silver tides. 

Embrace the mountains far aloft

with clouds encircled, fair and high.

And save for me your golden ring

begemmed with but a single stone

of opal cast, and trapped within,

the promise of your withered soul.

Take down the banners you once held

as proud as any knight could be,

cast far away your iron plates, 

yours is no longer chivalry.

Soften your words, and heal again that

once inflamed and forkéd tongue.

Though no man crossed will oft forget,

they will forgive, whom you once struck.

And save for me your child’s song,

I’ll listen over all again. 

My heart has found where it belongs,

will yours seek out its final lane?

Live for your life, not just to be

a number in this tallied band. 

I trust you’ll find your way again,

so save for me the promised land.