Jabba Song
Tales told of where we’ve been and
where we’re from
Of chance encounters, of hard won victories
Every stile and stone becomes weaved into our story
told with tears or laughter
shame or glory
The paths of others that crossed with ours
some good people , some not so
and sad to say some very damaged people. ., And truth be told these were usually the best of all, the kindest, the most thoughtful.
Diversions and distractions
Failings and should’ve beens
What we had and what we gave
All that was gained and all that was lost
And with unflinching gaze
As narrative without truth Is hollow
a fantasy
And when all is said and done
The path that led us here will surely lead us home
sense seeker 