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[title] => A Changing of the Guard
[time] => 2004-03-23 11:24:08
[hometext] => Song based on Tolkien's 'Lord of the Rings', ME
[bodytext] => If you are not familiar with Tolkien's work, he wrote about a world that existed before ours. It was filled with Men, Elves, Dwarves and Hobbits. Basic good vs evil story. This song was inspired by the aftermath of the War of the Ring and the final departure of the Elves; some leave and some stay. Again, it can apply to many times and topics. It is based on a tune called Fields of Gold. You can find it at www.llyric11.angelcities.com/MUSIC3.html Through the Sylvan plains Through the Golden Woods The water trickles sweetly Grasses in the wind Leaves shake in the trees Whispers sounds repeatedly The sun shines so bright The rain falls so cool Refreshing all the earth It restores the life Brings it back again The miracle of birth Birds fly in the sky Horses run the plains The pulse runs through the land Darkness known so long Now but memory Disappeared like shifting sand An age now has gone The time now arrived A changing of the guard The transient trudge towards home The native hold their breath The leaving found too hard For there is still much for them to do They find many reasons to tarry The pull of the land is much Too great They hesitate They will not leave They hesitate Choices mulled and made Lines of decision drawn Divide who stay and go Shattered lives are left Chaff across the land The bitterness is all they know The guardians will remain Let them who will go forth They never really were here A stepping-stone until They returned back home Wave goodbye and shed a tear Understanding not The driving force behind The ones who feel they must leave Those who choose to stay Never will forget An endless lifetime left to grieve Waves crash on the sand Wind whips through the hair The voices rise in song Without backward thought For who would remain They only know for what they long Rous 03-13-04 Friday [comments] => 1 [counter] => 269 [topic] => 68 [informant] => Rous [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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