There is a time an age and a season of empty words
Witnessing stars that fall from the heavens of what we believe
Age old quest to find all the secrets of ages past
A desperate search for the truth of where we have been
Tell me how would you know if you gazed into His eyes
Could you tell would you see even standing there face to face
Of the signs once foretold in all the ancient books of old
And yet some things can be told only heart to heart
The mystic path to be sought by those who struggle to find their way
Abandon all that deprives of walking the sacred way
The journey long and hard the passage open to those who choose
And yet some things can be told only heart to heart
We long to see the face behind the stars
Shake off the clay return the heart to its sacred home
We have been told by many sages of the past
To hold in these times a watchful eye