As sure as a shoreline
twists and turns
I long, I yearn
I long, I yearn
But learn I shall
And with a YELL!
abolish spells
from whence they came
They will rise again
with different names
always different
always the same
Yet I propose
the path is clear
through thorny bushes
we must pluck a rose
and with it, friend
lend fragrance to fear
