I was dreaming for this night,I was walking in the light,I was healed in my hope,Given strength to fight and cope.I was told then of my way -But of that I dare not say,I was told of choice and thusI have given my oath.To keep spirit and beholdWays of life I was then told,To find kindness in the worldAnd to help it to uphold.My oath was small in size,Hard in deed and never wise :Hold the faith in the new race,Move aside from outer pace,Find the wisdom in the pain,Drop the thoughts of selfish gain,Search for light in endless dark,Keep the silence when all bark,Keep the faith when all is lost,Being modest like a ghost,Being endless like the life,Sharp in tongue just like Swiss knife,Warm in heart just like the sun,Young as child having fun,Wise as hundred years man …That was part of oath then.Live to fight my own sins,Through repentance finding means,Not for glory, not for gain -But to end some other's pain,But to bring the light of hopeAnd give strength to fight and cope.I can stop, I can say "nay",I can move away from way,But as long as I keep faithI will never fall from grace.I have given it - and thusI must now fulfill oath.If I will - I cannot see …All in all, it's up to me.
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The webs of past are thick to hack,And maze of life is cold and dark,There are no torches on its walls ...You wander by without goals.Ancestors’ bones all lie below ...You'll end like them, of this you know.What is the meaning of your road ?You are destined to die and rot.The slime on walls became your food -It is edible, but no good,The veil of darkness is your cloak,And heart resembles walls of rock.The pits on floor possess no threat -To fall in them you will be glad,And with this maze you've formed band …But you're still standing where you stand.The walls of past are thick to hack,But you will have to make a brackAnd to destroy them once for all ...For this is only worthy goal.My words may help you on this path ...I am not first, I am not last,For your new life I am the lawyer,But some still see me as destroyer.And when it's cold, and when it's dark,I may become short-living spark ...From time to time, when need is dire,I shall become a Purifier.I'll burn to dust those foul webs,I'll kill all spiders with sword's stabs,I shall become a distant lightWho guides to exit, shining bright.And when the maze is left behind,Screw up your eyes to not be blind,For rising sun you'll see on fore ...And from this time I'll be no more.
