hear the sound of the soul

there must be a place in the world for us.
there must be, and a place not simply good but a place that is home.
I know not what lies ahead but I know this:

an eternal search, a chasing after a silhouette in the horizon.
it knows not fatigue and it knows not shame.
ask, you may, and it perhaps shall be given. or perhaps it shall not.

which do you believe?

simply, the solution of life stands not simply as a solution, but of beautiful words and works crafted by worn hands and a contrite soul. of ravishing refrains sung by eternal voices of smooth gold.

it is this, simply because the road is deadly narrow and the future dim - a mere flickering candle in the darkened distance. seek it true, will you not? or will you perhaps watch it fade into the crumbling night?

sing for me, sing for the songs of old. beyond the beauty, beyond the heart, simply of truth beyond knowledge and a future ever unknown.

walk into the void, courage as steel and relentless. believe. tread the narrow path. hear your voices ring through the night.

watch now the heavens part, watch now the winds succumb. watch now the world oblige.

watch us sing.