Thoughts converge, Thoughts diverge, In the beginning was someone or other I offer eternal gratitude for my life and hers Oh gentle godess, why do you weep I'll take on the devil for you Seven years before I touch your hand Come ye who would be free Call upon the night Call upon the storm If only science broke Storm the might of magic men If I stood too soon then the world spins But do I not spin in my place The road of carved dreams Beside the river of stars Is built
I did despair once upon meeting a man who knew it all He mocked my attempts at learning and teaching Fool I named him and fool he be I walk my own path with all above me Listen as I spin the dream into a shadow Round we went and round I was In the circle of some passing passion I hear the cries of the damned Come and gather till I spin a story It was old then and they called it new, written upon the stone were the last words of an old man, it said "Be not afraid".
