Godspeak

the journey has been long
strode the way all alone
and now with the wind has gone
the sorrows i harboured all along

and as i near the peak
staring at the distant horizon
there still remains something i seek
seek the hand of that lost liason

hand but there won't be any
as many like me, before me have known
doors i have knocked many
yet just the doors to me were shown

there is a journey for everyone
a journey strange and long
and for our time under the sun
we' ll have tales to tell in a song!