Old Man: How can a single drop perceive The whole surrounding sea? For being part it will receive A higher cause to be How can a simple man reveal The world before he dies? True spirits, come, hear my appeal Sever the bonds of lies!
Spirit: I heard your call Iʼm a spirit of ancient days I know you crawl In the dust on your hopeless ways I am your guide And the answer to your demand I see the light See the reasons you know you
Spirit:
Can’t find awareness then Why dont you Speak up and ask?
Old Man: I- I want to know Where I come from, where I go What I will be able to know
Choir: Hail to thee! Certainty Thou art crystal Tyranny! Raise thy hands Esperance Thou hast shown We shall crush down Chance
Old Man: Open my eyes And let gnosis arise and then Show me the lines In the sand
What walks away and leaves Signs at the bay of faith Show me the moment when Light filled the night Took on its might Chased off the fright
Give me a sign Is there good or divine or is Random creation The cause
And say, are we fooled By religion and ruled by fate Show me the moment when Light won the strife Nurtured to thrive Breathed and it was life
Choir: Come and dance Ignorance Show thy ugly Countenance! Be my guest and Dance!
Old Man: Why don’t you speak and respond?
Choir: How can you be sure That there is More than you know? What if you had lost Lost your way?
Old Man: Reveal it, unseal it Untie the bonds! Come show me and take me there!
Spirit: Trust me, I will show That there is more than you know Trust me, I will teach you how!
Choir: Hail to thee! Thou art cruelest uncertainty! Not to be Pain and grief begone Relief me!
Spirit: Leave your eyes and leave your ears (My reason) All your senses leave them shut (My feelings) Trust your ever faithful fears (My voices) And dont yield to reasons smut (My heartbeat)
Spirit: If you want to face it You must know I will be your eyes And if you trace it You wonʼt go Before I advise
Old Man: No! I want to be where I can feel The truth on my own So let me flee there And reveal The answers alone
Old Man: If thereʼs a place Where I will be aware Lead me There is a place Where I will be aware Lead me
Spirit: Where do you believe Will you be able to perceive? Dare how could it be In this reality how?
Old Man: I keep on yearning For mysteries of this world But hands are turning As the ages decay Existence crashes And everything that I’ve changed Is dust to ashes
Old Man: I keep on yearning For mysteries of this world But hands are turning As the ages decay Existence crashes And everything that Iʼve changed Is dust to ashes As it passes by Show me the place And I triumph for irreality
Spirit: Trust me, you will see If you blindly follow me Trust me, you will feel What your senses conceal Trust me, I will show Where you come from, where you go What you will be able to know…
Choir: I, I keep on yearning But, but hands are turning Life is ashes to dust Is ashes to dust
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