A fleeting glance tells a story
Of pain untold, and former glory
To pinholed despair its his end I bring
By daring to walk, lest daring to sing
A brother in arms, in London I weep
For distance between awake and asleep
Go gently sweet soul, go gently indeed
Your brothers are here, whenever you need
PATHS OF ONE is but one expression of perennial wisdom, hiding in plain sight for all to see when ready
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