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His love for her might seal his fate,
But he would die to find his mate.
He struggles on in hopes to find
The one he carries in his mind.
He wanders on throughout the night
In search of his pure love’s delight~
A mystic spirit, free and wild~
…This one who’s known as Lobo’s child.
Will she be there for him to find,
…Or just an image in his mind?
He calls for her, but will she hear?
The silence feeds his greatest fear.
Onward, searching, always alone…
Into places as yet unknown,
Ignoring dangers just to find
The one who fills his heart and mind.
His courage drives him to his goal.
Her mystic spirit haunts his soul.
No fear of death by him is known.
His fear is that he’ll live, …alone.
Will their two lives become as one,
After the lonely nights are done?
Will fate allow their love to grow?
Really, my Friend, I just don’t know…
But I know how he feels inside.
I feel the fear he tries to hide.
I see that mystic spirit, too.
I feel that love, my Dear, for you.
~Author~
Glen Pysell
Copyright 2002
Please... Do not copy or reproduce without written permission from the author.
The midi you are listening to is......"Mystic"
 
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