Friday, January 5, 2007
Southron Call……
O Where are you my Southron Son
Past far from the echoed Ancients
Trapped in the offense of yesterday
Forever imprisoned in soulish descents
Will you rise to save what's yours
By birth and blood freely shed
Or will the echoes from the past
Ring empty in your head
O where are you my Southron Daughter
Now made to play the harlots role
Graced in all beauty like no other
Ever asked to dance and lose your soul
Will you rise up to save what's yours
By birth to grow a nation
Or will the care of vanity
Give life to your enemies sensation
Bring back to all that Southron Pride
Which ruled in simpler days
Repented of what made her weak
Restored to gracious and beautiful ways
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