I'm carried by cosmic winds like a grain of sand it seems as though some higher force did me from the first But finally I feel like a part of some larger plan I'm a piece of this puzzle that's called the universe I still sense in urgency to journey further on I have the notion that I've found a start and not an end things I'll see and can't explain will prove right or wrong and things I can't articulate may well turn up again cosmic winds act as wings carry high - eternal rise cosmic winds act as wings carry high - eternal rise cosmic winds he who contains the light will see he who resists the queen will breathe he who asks will finally be answered he who rests will be deceived