The mantle of attainment
Weighs heavy on his shoulders
Guided by a lantern
Flickering he grows older
A refuge found in exile
He shuffles on in blindness
You'll take his hand, he'll lose himself
Bewildered by your kindness
Enshrouded by darkness
A figure slowly forms
Through many years of banishent
No shelter from a storm
To found in slave of solitude
You'll know him by his star
You'll take his hand, he'll lose himself
Knowing who you are
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