Lost in the vastness of our hearts,
do we stray from all living things.
And to all knowledge to whom imparts,
do we find ourselves once again.
To be a child, reborn and new,
and to witness all's bitter despair.
To see the sky once pure and blue,
and people's bowing heads in prayer.
To be within a dream of reality and fate,
and wander through all endless depths.
To live in a world of dreary hate,
and be broken in frightful aspects.
Do we bind ourselves for one's flaw,
as we seek for a divine abode.
Yet we suffer with wounds of raw,
as we atone for our sins upon the road.