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We are an old tree
With fresh buds
Towards the sun we reach
Upward to grow
Hear!
Far below in our roots
In the yearly growth-rings
The ancients are chanting
Listen!
Far below in our roots
In the rings of years
Behold on the bark we
Have suffered wounds
Which testify of honor
Which bear witness of shame
Some sting more than others!
Look me deeply in the eye
These blue eyes
You must remember
All shall pass
As surely as night comes
Your birth-right I offer you
If you want it
You will not lose it
Heavy your heritage weighs
Remember, bare what you are able
Deep in the soil
The roots give you direction
When storms rage
We are stedfast
See me deeply
In these blue eyes,
You must understand
That all shall pass, heed
True as night falls
I give you your heritage
If you will
You will not lose it
Heavy your birth-right weighs
Remember, bare what you are able
With each bud that springs
We grow higher & deeper
For we are an old tree
Stay with me in height & depth
ᛟ Odal -Blood Heritage
BY Aryanism
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