Old Country Lanes

Whether as crow flies
Or in the tightest circles
These lanes known by heart

These paths tattooed on
In the space between heartbeats
Ink, brotherly love

By blood and by choice
Both the best times and worst seen
Today unshaken

Dare you share your home
When The Bard is fully formed?
They already did.

Dare you bare your soul
When Kal'Drel steps to the plate?
They already did.


So we play our games
Stakes have never been higher/lower
Or so they might claim

So we play our games
Or just watch the videos
Hiding no weakness

So we play our games
Even if the rest decline
Laughing through the night

So we play our games
In inner sanctums hiding
For a joyous scare

So we play our games
Even sharing the same bed
Dreaming of women

So we play our games
Sensing when resistance fails
Chanting "All the boys."

So we play our games
With a snap the crew forms up
Ready for the dance/fight


The Tale continues
Though we've had our ups and downs
Story continues

From peak to valley
Arizona has seen us
Forging these pathways

These lands will see lanes
Have threaded through everything
By time curtains close

Strength of common man
Measured in bonds formed and held
Even when they hurt

Cuts gold like ribbons
Blasts tunnels with thunderous laugh
Found clothed in yellow

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