Oh, Wandering One, If You Are In

Stars Burn Clear All Night Till Dawn. Do That Yourself, And A Spring Will Rise In The Dark With Water Your Deepest Thirst Is For.

You're Not A Drop In The Ocean. You Are The Entire Ocean In A Drop.

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.

I Am A Bird Of God's Garden And I Do Not Belong To This Dusty World For A Day Or Two They Have Put Me Here In This Cage Of My Own Body I Did Not Come Here Of My Own I Will Not Return Of My Own To My Own Country.

Every Moment, A Voice, Out Of This World, Calls On Our Soul, To Wake Up And Rise.