I Am On My Way Mother
I am on my way mother
To the circle of riddles
Darkness has descended
From the east of my faith
The winds wracks behind
The back of my yesterday
Dashing against the shield of my belief
The piercing pebbles of riddles
I am on my way
Through the tunnel
From the aisles of the blind and deaf
Those who willingly condemned themselves
I am on my way
To the sea of seekers
Among those who through time
Found the knead of knowledge.