A stranger of the past is walking in these shoes
Any where I venture, he too has, will, and must go
The stranger of times long ago to me and you
Is simply a distant and vague shadow of an echo

And when together we meet, and meet for the last
He will not be a stranger, before myself to see
The stranger and I will walk together, yet one shadow cast
As I know him well, for this man is me

The mountains will know no path, though they are mine
That I cannot scale with a new friend beside
And this world will not long keep it's secrets to hide
As the stranger with myself, comes along for the ride