When the [bad word] 
And you don't know which way to go
Through the shadowlands,
And forgotten paths,
You will find a road
Like an owl you must fly by moonlight with an open eye,
And use your instinct as a guide, to navigate the ways that lays before you,
You were born to, take the greatest flight
Like a serpent and a dove, you will have wisdom born of love
To carry visions from above into the places no man dares to follow
Every hollow in the dark of night
Waiting for the light
Take the flame tonight
Child the time [bad word] for you to go
You will never be alone
Every dream that you have been shown
Will be like living stone
Building you into a home
shelter from the storm
Like a messenger of peace, the beauty waits be released
Upon the sacred path you keep, leading deeper into the unveiling
As your sailing, across the great divide
Like a wolf at midnight howls, you use your voice in darkest hours
To break the silence and the power, holding back the others from their glory
Every story will be written soon
The blood is on the moon
Morning [bad word] soon
Child the time [bad word] for you to go
You will never be alone
Every dream that you have been shown
Will be like living stone
Building you into a home
shelter from the storm