Heather o' flower,
Pink your Love.
Charmed by God,
With a Graceful touch.
Your whispers call,
Carresing my soul.
O' flower of mine,
Draw me close.
The Nature of Reason escapes us. Since we became the dominant surviving species Homo Sapiens Sapiens have searched for the elusive Why. The Trials continue...
Heather o' flower,
Pink your Love.
Charmed by God,
With a Graceful touch.
Your whispers call,
Carresing my soul.
O' flower of mine,
Draw me close.
Forever Strong are We,
My Keeper,
Brother of I.
Sharpen wits,
Our Words of Bold,
Brother of mine.
I will guard your Soul.