The sounds of ancient times
A recollection of thoughts that are in your mind
A necessity to protect that which is deeply rooted within your heart
The bloodline carried on, a destination’s path
A kindred spirit that lays dormant within
It takes that someone to come along to bare what’s beneath your skin
Are you afraid of how you really feel inside
You’re a story teller at best of times
But there’s something you overlooked as your tales unbind
I know the words of a man who tries to hide
He is searching for something that he can’t find
If only he learnt to silence what’s in his head
There before him the truth is already lead ….

Written by Elizabeth Pozoglou
2018