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Gunslinger, Aye, Commala-Come-Come
Commala-come-come
Your journeys just begun
Commala-come-can
Along the western sand
Door by door you come to fate
And with each drawing comes destiny
Destiny that's no clean slate
But rhymes with harmony
Leave Mejis behind
Leave those memories to die
With all its love and glory
It's killing you slowly, sai
Travel long and far through Callas
Through the long streets of New York
Dreaming of hot cocoa
And Central Park
Delah
A child is born
Son of Mia
Son of Roland
Son of the Crimson King
Son of the Prim itself
Lord to all but none, alone and afraid
Cold and suffering, soon dead
Let the breakers be
Leave them all behind
Their destinies are for them to make
All their plans can't be on your mind
Can`Ka-No Rey
The roses sing their song
Drawing you closer, ayuh!
A field many wheels long
A tower that conquers the skies
May only be darker than it's shadow
A tower that is many, many levels high
Mayhap only ka will follow
The dark tower calls to you
Gunslinger, Roland, Line of Eld and Son of Steven
So Gan calls thee to thy destiny
Remember your, one and only son
So Gunslinger, Aye, Roland that was and is
Why not come? Ayuh, delah.
Gunslinger, Childe Roland
Commala-Come-Come
Dedicated to Stephen King's Dark Tower Series;
"Go then, there are other worlds than these."
 xHAMR · Sun Nov 12, 2006 @ 04:57am · 0 Comments |
