we walked through them windy woods
with our sacks full of diamonds
six weeks of running from the chase
the pigs and the lions
so we sat under that red oak
and talked about the things
we had wanted when we were dead broke
when hope was in a sling
as the sun began to set
I reached out and took her hand
so small and soft within my grip
with cuts and bruises from the land
I said we should get a ranch
that we could call a home
she laughed and asked me for a dance
in a sweet as honey tone
in the night there came The Strength
with glowing golden eyes
and with a roar He came to speak
amongst our screams and cries
"Drop your bags and follow me," He said
but only one of us went on
as I followed I looked back with dread
to see that she'd already gone
I asked The Strength, "Why do the things we want come and go so fast?"
He said, "My boy, because the things you want aren't made to last."
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