Thank you for the invitation to take part in a trip to somewhere We don’t know where it leads up It’s an adventure, for we can watch over ideas getting a form
Still latent, infolded and unmanifest Waiting to be thought, spoken out, expressed
There shall be light
You send a sound, that makes an image in my head I turn around, add the words and I send it back So catch them well, then give them wings for the flight These are some words, let them free, there shall be light
We have to obey the mighty urge to express ourselves We can watch over ideas getting a form