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WearilyJan:Wearily the carriage took me back to a village life where petty minded people think small thoughts I fell in line, beaten down, a broken man, working hard, drowning in the average again I lost myself, as I served the Duchy's wide estates, a steward's post small recompense for all I could have been A bitter man, a magistrate of foul repute I punished all before me, a wounded man striking out I was lost... I lost myself Then an inner spark, a ghost of hope once thought forlorn A chance encounter late one night coming off the moor A wizened man, familiar yet unknown to me recounted tales of bargains struck in a moonlit Wistman's Wood These Older Ways, before the Crown, before their Church The Heathen Hills have seen it all, their ancient magic lingers still To Crockern Tor, I took myself without delay A lost soul's search for wisdom and the faith that I had lacked Belief, all I need Belief, in me |