The Empty Nest Of Treacherous Trail

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The Empty Nest Of Treacherous Trail
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Fingers of the night
They call you
Beckoning
As you linger by the light
To avoid their reckoning

You face one final test
To leave behind
That empty nest
But inside all you feel
Is trepidation
And fear of the unknown

Last egg in the nest

The bones of an unknown pioneer
Bask in the burning son
Down on treacherous trail
And the song written on his parchment
Speaks of the conquests
That knew him so well

He was a writer
A man of few words
He saw history made
Down on treacherous trail
And the sun that sets on your calendar
Was the sun of his youth
Down on treacherous trail

The things that go on
Down on treacherous trail
Look pretty bad
From this side of the mountain
More precious than gold
Were the stories he told
About the tin gods of treacherous trail

Power may return
Or be lost to time
Remaining untapped
For the future to find
But that treacherous trail
Still waits for you
Wherever you are and whatever you do

One egg in the nest

That treacherous trail
Where all trust is betrayed
Atrocity smiles
On the passing parade
And the song of a man
That the fates kindly spared
Fills a sentimental gap
That before had lain bare

And you still face one final test
To leave behind that empty nest
And you still face one final test
To leave behind that empty nest
And you still face one last test.