I have promises to keep,
And Aeons to go before I sleep.
Whilst I long for comfort,
I am no sheep,
And I travel the Hard road,
For it is Mine to Keep.
And though the Frost will seep,
Into marrow and bones, oh so deep,
I have promises to keep,
And Aeons to go before I sleep.
I will not leave my flock of sheep,
Though I am wary and feel too deep,
I travel the Hard road,
For it is Mine to Keep,
And for Eons More,
I shall not know sleep.