We are children born today Growing wiser every day We are parents of the morrow Living life without the sorrow
Growing, living, learning, laughing Every day a new beginning Where we find our many lovers Till we meet our one true lover
Now we’re parents of the future With the children we must nurture To become their dreams desire Changing, rising from the fire
Now we’re older and much wiser Knowing she will soon desire The path of peril and adventure Falling, climbing to her future
Waiting for our mortal ending We will see a new beginning Growing weaker day by day A boy will mark a brand new way
Now here comes our darkest day Marking clear our final day Have we found the hidden key To learn at last life’s mystery.
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Posted: Jan 2020
About this poem:
I am writing a book and it seemed the right time in a characters position in the story that she sing a song. She is alone on a trip to guide a boy who is a reluctant king that she brought to his kingdom. This is the song of a prophesy.
Close the prophesy of the queen and the new come king. Starts with the queen growing into her role and then the coming of the King to be. But then like all thing it is what you want it to be.
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Kathy