It is the promised road we seek,

the final path to the place

where both ends may yet meet.

we travel on, hungered and in patience

inhaling the divine breath of some

cosmic glory

fortune smiling as we make our way

home

It is the promised road we seek,

no straight lines, no short cuts here,

on our way, it is the going to the

place which provides what is obtained,

no north star, nor compass needle

to guide beyond our sight

time moving on and by

fortune smiling as we make our way

home

It is the promised road we seek,

fraught with peril and deceit

all easy trails exhausted, only those

requir...

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