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The Healer

  • gulatigurpreet
  • Oct 4, 2020
  • 2 min read

Lyrics to a song often start as a poem in your head. And at times, that poem emerges from a dream. So I penned this prose that was inspired by a random dream I had a while ago. I am a huge fan of melodic death metal bands (Amon Amarth, Opeth and Amorphis, to name a few!) so was thinking of making this into a song with similar leanings. Still needs work to structure it into song-writing.

What do you think??

A quest for the unknown, do you trust the light??

A thousand miles away, into the deep

There sailed this mighty ship

On it was a man, looking for bliss

Leaving behind a cauldron, of burning wasted life

With time, he was drawn to a strange light

that beamed from a lighthouse, far away

A beacon that beckoned and brought him

To a foreign land

So he disembarked and walked

Through silvery threads of sand

A waiting boat then took him up the river

And into the enchanted land

Of mountain, valleys, flowers and beings

He started to pick up one, then touched another

And with time, as he began to love and give

He grew a golden mane

To the mountain people, he became a Saint

A giver of hope, love and cheer

A man of his word, who wiped each and every tear

Soon the day came, when the King took him

And bestowed a title so deserving

But the man smiled, bowed and prayed

And asked God for forgiveness

Mistake this not, to be borne of my greed

But a consequence of your kindness

That allows me to help, give and heal

Then, on a thunderous blinding night

As the “Healer” went around

praying and searching for the ill and poor

The King’s men, seized by evil and burning in envy

Lay on a cot in the street, waiting

As he came near, they drew their sabres and struck

But the lightning did the same to them, just in time

The screaming wind then folded around and carried him

To the edge of the stormy sea

The same beacon that was his guide, now followed him

And as the believers watched

The sea rose and etched these words in the clouds

“A soul so pure, a hand so fertile

As that which belongs to this man,

Shall forever remain with you,

There have been a few before, and might come after

To those, gifted souls I add, the name of thy Healer”


 
 
 

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