In the misty hours before the dawn,
Before the birds rise with their song;
Before the new sun shares its light,
Before the stars begin their flight;
I found a bee upon the grass
Who faced his final hour
And cupped him gently in my hand
Then set him on a flower.
Primeval screams of souls in evolution
Echo down the corridors of time,
'Til freed from bonds
Of ignorance and darkness,
I stand at the edge of the world
Between sea, sky and sand
To set my soul searching
And out it soars into the vastness of a breath.