Throw upon the water,
A line of life,
A saviour of braided fibers,
A dash of hope.
Cast up those sorrowful eyes,
Cast off your fears.
The day is bright,
The sun hangs high.
Light travels straight.
So does the slice of the blade,
An arc through the air.
The dance of righteousness.
Lines that were crossed,
Too many that were drawn.
And left were lines,
Deep within flesh and soul.
Beams that crosses,
And those that guide.
An uninterrupted flow,
Unwavering in its path.
Strands from yesterday,
Striking deep into tomorrow.
The lines from history,
Shall guide our future.
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