Old man in his craziness
Searches in his loneliness
Wanting to find the unborn mine
A he - man standing broad & wide
Fierce some looking through one's eyes
He sets his heart on the search
Then one day in the early morn
Strangers appear at his door
Now he joined by two
He tells them of a miner's tale
An ancient map,a covered trail
Now the lives of three have been changed
For the Motherlode from below
Now rage boils in his veins
In the wooded mountains it rains
Upon the strangers he lurks to kill
The miner lives his tale in irony
He is not what he appears to be
Luckily the youth escaped with their lives
And hard breathing miles down
Unearthed is the emerald crown
That's beauty could hypnotize a man
The more he finds the more he wants
The mesmerizing mystique haunts
Unknowing,now the miner thinks he's found his dream
Of the Motherlode down below
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