Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
I walk this earth like Athos.
Their weight, my shoulders press
Down to their glorious resting place;
I carry them like chests of gold,
Their wisdom which was left untold.
I press hard into this earth –
And build in parts my own self-worth.
Away from Id I ran and ran,
From earth I came and earth I am.
I have to be the one to try,
With wisdom’s words I cannot die.
Though uneasy the soul shivers
When the boom of courage quivers.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
I walk this earth for me.