I Smile for You
Will you be there,
When I come calling?
At the end of my travels
Will I reach you,
my destination at last?
Will you allow me to sit at your feet,
and ask my questions . . .
no answers needed?
Druid God.
Will you be my teacher-
My father-
my friend?
Will you allow me;
a humble traveler;
refuge from the troubles
that so steadily walk my shadows?
Because lately
I've walked alone-
wanting the past
but only remembering.
Calling to the passerbys;
"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?"
Because there I once knew you-
Druid God.
I once wrote you lyrics;
once longed for your praise,
but now I return from
long, lonely travels.
Will you be there-
my destination at last?
Or will you leave me,
on your doorstep twice...
Praying and pleading
to my Druid God?
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