There falls the words of fools about my ears
to hasten by the years the journey that I make
through myself.
The travellers that pass by me as I wend my way
all reaching out to say their path can find the way
to the truth.
Answers everywhere, promising solutions to my fears
leading through halls with no doors in the walls
and leave me in the darkness.
But to close my ears to all will bar the way
for those who've travelled through.
The silence of a candle burning in my room
speaks softly of a peaceful balance to be found
just beyond.
The road within without a right or wrong
with lanes for only one where solely one must see,
and will know.
A stillness that resounds, singing sounds of hope to light my way
drawing me near to a path that is clear,
to free myself from darkness.
And the voice within the candle whispers of a timeless peace
that lies beyond.
And the voice within the candle whispers of a timeless peace
that lies beyond.
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