FPD: The Keeper of Many Doors
Today, the drums speak your name, FPD! Echoes of your deeds, they bounce on the hills, They whisper in the valleys where the river rests. Oh, Keeper of Many Doors, your hands stretch wide, Bringing food for the hungry, light for the weary. Under your shade, the sun grows kind, And the moon sings soft, lullabies for the lost….
