Where the river rushed
Where the sun shone
And waterfalls flow
Where Eagles fly
Where wind whispers
And angels sing
Where cities run
And towns conquer
Where truth lies
And fear surrenders
Where do all these beings rest
Set down and home their nest
Where have they gone to heed
Since the day they left
They followed him
They followed his path
In hopes to catch him
Before it renders too late
They follow him
Along a trail he has not yet chose
They are lead by love
Into a diverse domain
By which they must cope
Untill they see how they've been blinded
And return
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