the Herd

 You just couldn't know what we were back then 
(And I know it's a weakness to look back on strength)
 The glories were few, the mistakes came again
 and again, as we worked to go every length --

 But then -- there were days, in the silver sun,
 When the world fell away for we fleeting few
 Who believed on the shores in eternal things,
 And who ran, because running was all

 We knew