Soon I'll take my own burden
up again
Laid to rest
but at best
it'll be the beginning's end
nothing's really ever over
So I said
and so it seems
still waiting
to see you shadow my dreams
the book is ever taken up
one hand to another
the road goes ever on and on
as father becomes brother
in the struggle
in the story
in the legacy of saints
One day similarly
may I throw off
my restraints
what
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