Our Lore is not a game by name but it really should be fun
Where else in the cosmos would you dream too be?
Without my family all around me, it’s a night mare I won’t see.
Skipping on a beach just look how far we’ve come.
If you don’t take care of your own sin your are really dumb.
My uncle and his worriers, the moon and all the stars.
Now don’t forget my aunty every day she comes, shinning down upon the
ground.
Quiet now the birds and song. She must be nearly here.
Yes silly don’t you see my aunty is the sun.
My granpas bones the bedrock, clothed by my grandma and the magic of
her being.
I see and feel all around the love of all that is and has been.
My family keep their word they never tell a lie.
If you break a promise it is you who die.
A promise is a promise it is the reward that comes from within.
A rain bow for his spirit skin a road for good mans dreams.
A bone needle and a golden thread, to stitch up all the seams,
Waking to the nightmares that where once my daddy’s dreams.
Mothers well where the spirits dwell crystal clear water. ...