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