There are many ways of being in this circle we call life A wise man seeks an answer, burns his candle through the night Is a jewel just a pebble that found a way to shine Is a hero's blood more righteous than a hobo's sip of wine
Did I speak to you one morning on some distant world away Did you save me from an arrow, did you lay me in a grave Were we brothers on a journey, did you teach me how to run Were we broken by the waters, did I lie you in the sun
I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower I awoke with this: a flower in my hand
I know that love is seeing all the infinite in one In the brotherhood of creatures; who the father, who the son The vision of your goodness will sustain me through the cold Take my hand now to remember when you find yourself alone
And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens It fills the endless yearning of the soul It lives within a star too far to dream of It lives within each part and is the whole It's the fire and the wings that fly us home Fly us home, fly us homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
