Were they looking for trouble Were they so unwise, Those dreamers that left the shimmering skies?
It draws you in ... impossible to withstand Through the portal to the world between the worlds, A new, a stranger land.
Here above the world, In the silence, The healing begins ...
Take a look around you, There’s nothing here to fear, The moons arise, fill the sky with dreams, And we’ll be here still in the morning.
And he gave us each a reason, He gave us each a name, And then he gently set us free to enter in the game
I hear them: I hear the battle cries From peak to peak across the skies But I refuse, I refuse to be Your enemy.
When you choose to live between shadow and fire Then you’re living a life on the border, With smouldering heart and soul on fire You’re alive!
But we can raise this broken land, Restore it to its former stand Seed with hope, and change its plight, Restore the dreams restore the light
All this he gave so silently, and then he set his small son free, Then in the silence of the sea he settled for eternity.
The turning point, no turning back, No way to mend the broken track We have to find a way somehow, The turning point is here and now.
And if there is no devil, no black but only white Then how do you determine what is black and what is white? How deep the shades of grey may be, how dark the light of day may be Before you know it’s night, before you know it’s night?
You can’t change a thing while you spin and you spin around In the spiral You’re caught in a ring, in a ring, and you can’t find ground In the spiral
Remember the journey, enchanted and wild With the creatures that chased away shadows? Remember their gift of the geyser so far from the Darkness?
He was born from half-formed elements, His dreams were fire and gold But he’s older now, and wiser And his visions have turned cold.
You again! Your spell as smooth as honeyed silk, It touches, then is gone. What does that make you? A flitterby, a flitterby.
His limbs of many colours float against the silver haze, His songs they tell of wonders great, of ancient hidden ways ...
It was born in a cavern of red velvet Gentle mosses and wild white lichens around your seat ...
It doesn’t matter where I choose to stray, I know I’ll never loose my way When Path and Destiny are both alike unknown to me.
Here I glide, Creature of all talents, But no way to avoid the void within, the dark that trolls my soul.
Let me be a spirit there, laughing, dancing, Causing generations to chime together, Mellowed fifth runner, first runner and youth, Warmed and drawn closer in a sparkling second of truth.
The pearly silence of the mist With soft grey depths that tow your soul ...
The moons so green, the shadows so deep The skies so unquiet, the mountains so steep Who can save me? Save me from myself?
My son, my son you are old, And the winds are turning salt ...
To sew a seed and set it free, Renounce responsibility; What kind of gardeners could they be?