All alone in the dark,
With nothing but a spark.

My mind in a trance,
I can't even catch a glance

But through the dark and the pain,
A light begins to wane

A light of hope, so bright,
Like a full moon on a splendid night.

As it shines across the land,
In the palm of a wanderer's hand.

The wanderer then awoke,
From this strange and mystic yoke.

It's time to make a turn,
So his heart won't get a burn.

To all new road ahead,
And all the sorrows to share.

Ahead there's a crossroad,
But the wanderer is afraid to go.

He isn't sure of what to...