Do soar above the valleys
They chime blue thunder strikes
Revealing burdens they carry.
Under these moon-lit giants
(Keepers of Heavens and Hells)
Dwells Fallen Man in his kingdom
Overwhelmed by the luminous bells.
He walks alone in the darkness
Reaching forth with his power of thought
Behind him come black avalanches
Caused by the pains he has brought.
And buried, he shall be forever
By his own hand, his own accord
Lest he use his last effort
To grab on to the light like a cord.
It strikes, and does painfully so
But through pain alone can man vanquish
No other escape than to hope
That the forms that he follows won't perish.
The cloud of Eternity silently marches
Through winds of despair or of glory
For outside is but the form
That always follows what's holy.
On his freedom-burdened path, man
Walks like a stranger befuddled;
Though knowing deep down he is one with the Whole
He stumbles into amnesic eternity.
Sad as it seems, it's never too late
For man to look up and see that the Clouds
That so graciously slid a rope of bright light
Await for the moment he's had his last doubt.
