A young man looks at a blue sky,
And watches the clouds drift by.
He closes his eyes and sighs
And wishes to there forever lie.
His brother reaches out his hand,
"Come, time to get out of the sand.
Together we follow Father's command
And spread His name throughout the land."
And so they go off to the Spoken War;
Little boys they are no more.
They've left for distant shores;
There they'll open many closed doors.
Like soldiers they stand forever proud,
And speak to the endless crowd.
Where their Father has allowed
They will lift up the heavy shrouds.
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