Guardians


Counting the ages that have gone by.
Feeling the weight of existence and passing of time.
Clicking chains echo to eternity,
Of that silent battle we fought bravely,
On the hills of green where wild flowers grow.
Making a statement for whole world to know,
That eyes of childhood will never be blind,
To indignity made on the aging mind.

The sign of innocence has been seen.
We were silent warriors from hills of green.
Counting the secrets of whispering winds.
We knew that value of life is in all living things.

There were once the guardians of truth.
Could it be that purity only lived in youth?
Make sure that years will not destroy,
The simple life and spirit of joy.

Time has made the lights to pass,
We felt the weight of Hourglass.
Have we lost our wings to fly?
Desperate thoughts creep from behind.
Treat to freedom crawls with envision,
With purpose to make us blind,
For those green hills in our minds.

As the child falls in deep sleep,
Pain is masked by assertive voice.
Chains we made are squeezed tight.
Wounded eyes still yearning for fragile light.

There were once the guardians of truth.
Could it be that purity only lived in youth?
Make sure that years will not destroy,
The simple life and spirit of joy.

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"Make sure that years will not destroy, The simple life and spirit of joy. "