Better organized
Better focused
Better prioritized
Better disciplined
Better at being a friend
Better at being present
Yeah
Better organized
Better focused
Better prioritized
Better disciplined
Better at being a friend
Better at being present
Yeah
Like I've conjured them before?
Shall I light forbidden fires
And call devils to these shores?
Like I've conjured them before?
Shall I light forbidden fires
And call devils to these shores?
The nights sweep over me
As hushing hands
and weathered whispers
do not err in warning
of darknesses to come
The nights sweep over me
As hushing hands
and weathered whispers
do not err in warning
of darknesses to come
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The winter chill can darken hearts
And bring all spirits low
With wilting warmth, I light a wick
And watch the fire grow
O, Flame of Life
Holder of Hope
In you, I must abide
I pray your glow
Shall keep me whole
And spirits satisfy
The winter chill can darken hearts
And bring all spirits low
With wilting warmth, I light a wick
And watch the fire grow
O, Flame of Life
Holder of Hope
In you, I must abide
I pray your glow
Shall keep me whole
And spirits satisfy
You can’t get better at writing without reading and writing.
You can’t get better at writing without reading and writing.
Written by Rivenblade
The winter chill can darken hearts
And bring all spirits low
Knowing this, I light a wick
And watch the small flame grow
O, Flame of Life
Holder of Hope
In you, I must abide
I pray your glow
Shall keep me whole
And spirits satisfy
Written by Rivenblade
The winter chill can darken hearts
And bring all spirits low
Knowing this, I light a wick
And watch the small flame grow
O, Flame of Life
Holder of Hope
In you, I must abide
I pray your glow
Shall keep me whole
And spirits satisfy
Written by Rivenblade
The winter chill can darken hearts
And bring all spirits low
Knowing this, I light a wick
And place it by the window
O, Flame of Life
Holder of Hope
In you, I must abide
I pray your glow
Shall keep me whole
My spirit satisfy
Written by Rivenblade
The winter chill can darken hearts
And bring all spirits low
Knowing this, I light a wick
And place it by the window
O, Flame of Life
Holder of Hope
In you, I must abide
I pray your glow
Shall keep me whole
My spirit satisfy
Where is the knight?
Where is the sower?
Where are the hearts that once were aflame?
We have eaten our feasts from elder-day tables, yet given no heed to the rot ‘neath the cloth!
(Striving for Tolkien)
Where is the knight?
Where is the sower?
Where are the hearts that once were aflame?
We have eaten our feasts from elder-day tables, yet given no heed to the rot ‘neath the cloth!
(Striving for Tolkien)
Cheers to the men who show up, love, care, contribute, and want to make things better.
Cheers to the men who show up, love, care, contribute, and want to make things better.