[Intro] [Verse 1] We cannot bear the blinding sun, Before our journey has begun. We need the twilight and the shade, In which our fragile thoughts are made. [Verse 2] The truth we fashion in our youth, Is but a shadow of the truth. A relative and passing gleam, A waking moment in a dream. [Verse 3] Like rungs upon a ladder tall, We need each answer lest we fall. What served the wanderer in the past, Is not the truth that holds at last. [Verse 4] The fierce and heavy law of old, Was given when the world was cold. But as the spirit learns to see, We leave behind the fifty-three. [Verse 5] So praise the Maker's gentle hand, Who gives us what we understand. These temporary, guiding rays, That lead us to the end of days. [Outro] Relative answers [End]
