A bird calls, in the dark
A lonely sound...
A fork in the path
In the forest found...
Left way
or
Right way
Which way to choose?
Sunlight
or
Moonlight
I feel so confused...
My heart sings
For both ways
Morning sun
And twilit darkness
Powerful music
From each source
My souls compass unable
To point a straight course.
A figure beckons
From the light
I want to run
To keep him in sight...
But still the bird calls
From the dark
Begging me
To hark! to hark...
to hear her lonely song.
Her heart song...
I stand here
At the forking path...
Do I choose my God,
Or do I choose her Craft?
Sunlight or Moonlight,
The figure or the bird,
I wish that I could sing my song,
To make my music heard.
