A dream, a mystery, for me has not been seen,

 A child just born to this world, I have learned.

 A descendent, a great grandchild to my Father, mother,

 A young child so new, I heard you're a little boy, 
 I heard.

 Not your name can I say, I don't know you, no name given 
 To me.

A grandchild, not for me to see, a daughter so bitter, 

I say to you Grandchild, I am Grandfather with a name,

 One day you will understand, anger and a grudge will
 Haunt your land.
                                 Keith Garrett

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