I
cry tears for Santiago,
for
the weeping is not vain.
I
cry tears for San Tiago,
in
the light of love I gain.
Here
a pilgrimage of ancients,
brought
me to know a truth.
Walking
across Meseta plain,
I
recaptured the oil of my youth.
How
many seasons I'd forgotten,
before
I walked the way of saints.
How
many seasons I'd forgiven,
to
live free of a life that taints.
Go
again to Saint James' rest,
be
all you are and more.
Serve
no more the infantile,
show
convictions room and pain the door.
They
came in droves to see,
a
myriad of pilgrims in prayer.
They
came in droves to be,
a
brotherhood where souls can dare.
Ten
thousand more, a million,
as
stars set upon the sky.
The
new millennium of the Milky Way,
bring
a fresh tear into my eye.
Go
follow thy heart in memory,
to
prevail the walk of the few.
Go
follow thy heart in mystery,
where
so few had known of you.
Love
is all I ask you for,
you
have come my way before.
Stretched
out across a star field,
see
the faithful come once more.
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