Within the hours or silence an echo can be heard
The wind carries whispers of things unknown
The stars glitter in a code of mystery
And a few seek the meaning of these things
They follow paths of twisting ways
Knowing not what for, or to where they go
But they travel forward unrelentingly
Oft in times without sight, without thought
And within this journey many of the few lose hope
They go back to where they have come from
Forget the quest, discontinue the search
And live the rest of their days in emptiness
But with tears in their eyes the faithful they claim victory
They come forth and remain
In the place they have longed for
In the place they have prayed for
They enter and wait for others
Who have heard the call…