| When the night comes,
|
| and you don’t know which way to go Through the shadowlands,
|
| and forgotten paths,
|
| you will find a road
|
| Like an owl you must fly by moonlight with an open eye,
|
| And use your instinct as a guide, to navigate the ways that lays before you,
|
| You were born to, take the greatest flight
|
| Like a serpent and a dove, you will have wisdom born of love
|
| To carry visions from above into the places no man dares to follow
|
| Every hollow in the dark of night
|
| Waiting for the light
|
| Take the flame tonight
|
| Child the time has come for you to go You will never be alone
|
| Every dream that you have been shown
|
| Will be like living stone
|
| Building you into a home
|
| A shelter from the storm
|
| Like a messenger of peace, the beauty waits be released
|
| Upon the sacred path you keep, leading deeper into the unveiling
|
| As your sailing, across the great divide
|
| Like a wolf at midnight howls, you use your voice in darkest hours
|
| To break the silence and the power, holding back the others from their glory
|
| Every story will be written soon
|
| The blood is on the moon
|
| Morning will come soon
|
| Child the time has come for you to go You will never be alone
|
| Every dream that you have been shown
|
| Will be like living stone
|
| Building you into a home
|
| A shelter from the storm |