burneth bright the lamp of wisdom and courage
burneth bright the stars at night
burneth bright the champion within
burneth bright eternal light

one doth begin the styfling task of age and wisdom
bareing many a sinful woe bedragging his wings destined for flight of purity
oh such heavy cargo he must carry for of his own making
as he doth nourish the gift of light from above

he begs and pleads for the cleansing of his wings
to find only rotten feathers and immobility
for a sinful path he has trodden upon his feet
effortful redemption is his only key

the biting cruel lesson of sin he surely knows
as the bitter winter cold beckons him afar
the journey of redemption he surely knows
for of his attonement to the past

clouded was his vision with poison a many
as his lights grew dimmer with intoxication a plenty
see clearly he does now ambition yet so gently
for his inner rage has subsided with all the bottles so empty

purity he must find now he is no longer blind
his wings he must cleanse and his cargo cannot be left behind
this truth he does realise as he takes it in his stride
to overcome the mountainous challenge before him as with God he becomes one