Faceless faces behind masks of stone
boneless bones clad in burning robes
by hidden hands the wheels are turned
through words unsaid their purpose learnt
The paradox I live and breathe
I roam its fields in thought and dream
The silence within...
it hums your symphony
in the voice of thunder
your angels sing to me
Providence works in ways unknown
more obscure couldn't be its lantern's glow
yet by diverse means the web is spun
and all the paths I take in the end are one
Whichever is my role on Earth
with your scarlet thread my heart is girt
The silence within...
it hums your symphony
in the voice of thunder
your angels sing to me
And it all echoes throughout eternities