I slept my way through
Questioning my mind
like an infant inquisitive
I will be on my own soon
A corridor i walked across
And i appeared inside the room
Barbarians but nicely groomed
Me they were waiting for
Consecrated to the tribe
A purpose very high
The days passed by
And a new moon appeared every night
they shared the joy and the pain
fought their own battles
they danced when it rained
A strange saga it was
In love they all fell
Some got to woo
Such pretty was that girl
Thinking about all the things
That would never happen
Some would dispel the gloom
Few promises those angels broke
but the savages felt fine
there is so much joy in the brotherhood
lets play twentynine
From boys to men they all grew
On their own again
A few men there are .. they were the few
On our own again
and we bid good bye
Life was waiting
lets start the game.
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