Those who redeem the past are condemned to repeat it

George Santayana


Roots of time

Somewhere in the mists of time
The seed of slavery was sown
Just some panick stricken moments
Memories of deeds unknown

Was it in a shady dungeon
Where your mind was raped and mauled
Breaking through the precious safety
All that was trusted overhauled

So much later, the Roots have grown
And again you face the pain
The fear for what is nearing
Past repeats again, again

Danger holds his evil hand out
Dragging you into his den
But This Time there will be comfort
And the Roots will rest again...


© WanderingSpirits 2001