Even foes, embraced against our breast,
We've not forgotten, put to the test.
The ways of elders, etched in time,
Even foes, embraced, sublime.
Hold fast the storm within your eyes,
Hold fast, where sorrow never dies.
Though some still seek to set ablaze,
Hold fast, through dark and fiery days.
Even foes, embraced, our solemn praise.
Though hands, like pens, have been cut down,
Though pens are broken, lost renown,
Your image, still, we strive to make,
Your image, our hearts undertake.
The ways of elders, we embrace,
Even foes, in love's embrace.
An age has passed, and laughter fled,
An age has passed, the joy is dead.
Yet still, you wound my weary core,
Yet still, you knock upon life's door.
Even foes, embraced, we must attest,
The ways of elders, put to the test.
Even foes, embraced, and truly blessed.
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