A Blessing: Yol Bolsun

May there be a road
May your path always be clear
May your journey never fail
May your trail not disappear

May there be a road
May your burdens all be light

Out of the Pit

Listen as I pray,

And now, close your eyes,

Your love, I must say,

Feel it, cold as ice.

Revenge I seek not,

To you I feel shame.

Playful as a dot,

But love’s not the same.