A seed was planted, It started to grow, Covering the planet, With an afterglow. Have you heard, Of the shepherd of souls, Have you been to his farm? Have you witnessed, The peace and bliss, A safe haven from harm. It's something you can't miss, Angels uniting arm in arm, The petty fighting dismissed. Have you heard, Of the Watcher Of The Herd, Tiller of the soiled, Shepherd of our souls, Calming the squalls, Effecting us all. Have you heard, Of the Keeper Of The Flock Listen to the word, Listen to the talk. Me? You haven't heard of me, I just try to understand, Serving as a farmhand. Me? You haven't heard of me, May fame elude me... completely, For, I'm just glad... that I can be.
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