Elusive ragings of hand over fist
Darken the half light of dawn,
Drawing conclusions from out of the mist
With notions of reason and wrong.

Heartbreaking tumult, the battle it seems
Lies at the root of it all.
But somewhere still smiling from canyons serene
The champion of freedom stands tall.

It's late again, it's straight again
It's hopeless and it's lost.
Despair cries, "Retreat!", and then stands to watch.
Then, cascading, campaigning,
The bright tones of relief
Form magic music chords and send for God.

Outside the winds beat unmercifully hard;
Fear creeps like sand in through the cracks.
But inside the stillness is consciously formed
As false goals and egos relax.

Outside the winds beat unmercifully hard;
Fear creeps like sand in through the cracks.
But inside the stillness is consciously formed
As false goals and egos relax.