Bury Your Tears

Dear merchant you are the spirit you’ve been given”

Bury your tears in the garden

Peddle your flowers elsewhere

Fields flowing sweet with wildflower congregation

Beckon you to your throne, oh how long they’ve waited there

Take swift the dagger of sorrow

Contest with the ghost in your eye

Find your strength in the battlefield aromatic

You are a giant, you ran away, but returned with flowers to buy

Now you’re on a quest for retribution

An adventurer dreams to forgive and be forgiven

Troubles stack higher than the surrounding mountains

Dear merchant you are the spirit you’ve been given

Bury your tears in the garden

Dear merchant peddle your sorrows elsewhere

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