Alone you go where no one goes
Across deep rivers sharp and cold
Through darkness of many empty halls
Not made of stone nor clad in gold

Until you reach the sacred place
With sacred wisdom hidden there
And learn that all you had to face
Taught you to live taught you to care

But now you touch her gentle hand
Her sparkling eye fills you with warmth
You’re glad you are the chosen man
To hold it through the wildest storm

The lightning strikes and hits the tree
The fire glows yet does not burn
Together you have been set free
To live the life that you have earned