With careful steps
I carve my path
It's riddled with thorns and sharp stones
I can barely see an arm length in front of me
This fog of fear and uncertainty
Alas, I shall not give in
I will walk on with honorable intent
I need a space to share amongst kin
Far from the reach of modernity
Hearken to an honest and natural time
With deep respect we bow to the earth
I trust the hope that we can leave
Some beauty to our children
Othala, othala?
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