Listening to the wind blow through the trees
And whispers from the past on the rolling breeze
Leaving foot prints on this old road
Each with a story about to unfold
Sitting silently listening to the sound
Hoping to find what has not been found
Dreaming of things unknown
Missing faces of those back home
In the distance lies a castle
Waiting for someone to take the mantle
On the road sacred sword in hand
Ready to save all the land
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