All roads

When the enemy did ask me with a blade against my throat if I had seen nor had I heard of the greatness they called Rome

I said, nay whether I am far away or in her arms to hold. It was not her streets that took her for me as all roads take me home

As she did burn, I did learn his Lyre played through the screams. It was not I who was a part of her but her who was a part of me

And the urgency of action beating like a drum. The time is neither lost nor gone but you who have finally come.

Upon the streets, your enemies were the soldiers roam free the republic he dreamed in the moons, gentle beams and the words he said to me

As he cut my throat in the blood did Flo to the earth at our feet in a forest. I was put to rest and lost for centuries as my body. Rott forgot I had not in the best of eternity .of the love I’ve lost. The soul I’ve got and the oath that I did speak

And I said these things before your kings and queens ever roamed the streets before their soles. Tread upon my hole. Beside the stone that they made for me for thousands of years it’s stood right here waiting for you to see that it was not I who come back to her. But her who came back to me