As the children of the Gods were weeping
And the fruits of my love are not keeping
And the deeds of the kings have no reasoning
As the rays of the sun are reflected
In our hearts stir the souls of the beloved
And we plough through the graves of what's dead
In a sleepy night dream
Stood the Wandering Queen
With her finger pointed toward you
She said to you and the rest
"This is your Quest,
To find the place where people still sing"
"And when you are done,
Walk West toward the sun
And tell me the secrets you've learned"
And you set off for places forgotten
Until an eager face calls you to stop in
And soon you have a life that you're locked in.
And you pile around you your riches
As you push out the thought of old wishes
And you bury your soul in the ditches
But in a drunken surprise
There's a light in your eyes
As you catch the tail of a thought past
You remember a time
When you still could cry
And your soul had a life worth knowing
So you catch the next train
In the sadness of rain
That's pouring for the time you have wasted
Then you walk through the forests of embers
Where the burn of all lost is remembered
The smoke of a love becomes tender
You swim through the waves of the crashing sea
To find the island of truth, where people see
Your past sorrows, crimes, and all you wished to be
In the great pool of doubt
In the sunshine of drought
Stood the greatness of those who still sing
And you hear their great song
About the things that you long
Hidden in the shadows of a Summer Day
Then you walk toward the West
For a Summer Day dressed
To tell the secrets to the Wandering Queen.
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