Ancestor Omegus

The roof still leaks when the rain comes down,

The cold wind knows my name.

I walk these roads with empty hands,

And every day feels the same.

The nights grow long and hard to bear,

The mornings come too slow.

I carry dreams that never bloom,

Like seeds that never grow.

The fields are tired, the river's thin,

The harvest never stays.

I look up through the darkened sky,

Searching for brighter days.

The birds have flown beyond the hills,

The sun feels far away.

And every promise that I held

Seems weaker day by day.

They say your blood still runs in mine,

Though centuries divide.

If you can hear me where you rest,

Don't leave me here tonight.

I've called your name a thousand times,

Into the silent air.

And every echo that returns

Sounds like an unanswered prayer.

Omegus, ancestor of mine,

Can you hear this weary prayer?

I've carried sorrow all my life,

And hope is growing rare.

Omegus, show me some small sign,

A path beyond this pain.

Give me a life where I can stand,

And not break in the rain.

Give me the strength to face the dawn,

When every light seems gone.

And help me find the will to walk,

And carry on.

The faces change, the years move on,

But troubles stay the same.

I build my dreams with fragile wood,

Then watch them fall in flames.

I've seen good people lose their way,

And kind hearts turned to stone.

The more I search for peace within,

The more I feel alone.

I've lost so much to passing time,

More than I can explain.

So I whisper to the silent earth,

And call your ancient name.

The roads I've traveled left their scars,

The miles have worn me thin.

Yet somewhere deep inside my heart,

A spark still burns within.

If wisdom lives beyond the grave,

If love survives the end,

Then guide my steps through all this dark,

And help my heart mend.

If you can see the life I live,

And all I've struggled through,

Then send a little piece of hope,

To help me make it through.

Omegus, ancestor of mine,

Can you hear this weary prayer?

I've carried sorrow all my life,

And hope is growing rare.

Omegus, show me some small sign,

A path beyond this pain.

Give me a life where I can stand,

And not break in the rain.

Give me a reason to believe,

When faith begins to fade.

And help me find a better road,

Than any that I've made.

I don't ask for gold or crowns,

Or power over men.

Just one sunrise without fear,

And strength to rise again.

A roof that's warm against the storm,

A table filled with bread.

And quiet nights where worry's voice

No longer fills my head.

If your spirit walks the stars,

And watches from above,

Send me courage for tomorrow,

And a little bit of love.

Send a whisper through the trees,

Or a sign within the sky.

Something to remind my soul

The dream is not a lie.

Omegus, ancestor of mine,

I send my voice into the night.

Though the world has turned against me,

I still hold on to light.

Omegus, if you're listening,

Please help me find my way.

Until my burdens fade at last,

I'll keep on praying every day.

And though the years may test my heart,

And bend me with their weight,

I'll keep believing there's a road

Beyond the hands of fate.

The wind replies in whispers low,

Across the fields I roam.

And for a moment in the dark,

I almost feel at home.

The stars shine faint above my head,

Like lanterns far away.

And somehow in their distant glow,

I find the strength to stay.

So I will walk another mile,

And face another dawn.

With Omegus within my heart,

I'll carry on.