follow the path of the sun
to the shores of the crystal sea
where the waves on the sand
whisper on without end
over the forest of gray
flies the wind into no-man's land
never turn as you walk
never follow the hawk
for the hunter is blind in a way
footsteps on whispering shores
where the waters will hide the sun
over a shadow of blue
that's enveloping you
and flying high to the sky as [bad word] follow the path to the end
to the crossroads of space and time
to the mountains and lakes
to the star that awakes
and you've left all your darkness behind