A spirit once free,
For it's everlasting eternity.
A once peaceful *abhaile hidden away,
Now clings to the last *beannacht of the day,
Screams that remain in the silence,
Hide away with impatience.
Once a dark and cursed wood,
Now filled with right and good,
The *buí of the sun in the air,
Matches the *bláth in his son's hair.
A lifetime's dream,
Now resides in a river stream.
Abhaile = home
Beannacht = blessing
buí = yellow
bláth = flower )
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