Ballad of Estoria
Insyde the heart of
These Great walls is one
Man who crys to us,
Fortify the walls of this city
Lest we lose our sacred-ground!
For I dreamed of a city
That had pillars crashing down!
Deaf rules this world,
Arrogance controls cities,
Estoryas is forgotten
Until this chyld is born-
A chyld who will take pity
Of the call of the city,
Who is this chyld that
Will save a deaf city?
Will this chyld dream?
Will this chyld see what
The Past has torn down?
Will our children be
A gyding lyte for those
Who will dye down?
Can this chyld save a
Defense-less city that’s
Been leveled to the ground?
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