****** upon the boundless plain Locked in hope and searchless claim We gather at this open court Becoming just what we had hoped Helped along with needy hands Pushed from behind with wilder claims We look for compassion and find it not The clock has slipped and fallen No deadline now to make it's name We ****** along in silent pain Knowing that our path was clear Shaming all who cast us fear When out of the light there rode A sixpence horse with rider Who staked his faith upon your grace Pounding flag into the soil And rared his steed upon your door Proclaimed as if there were no more While all the while we worried so Was this the path to happenstance Or was this right what we have done To take our sabers into the sun Clearing all who would be King Finding not what we inflame Somewhere close there senses death In the mist there pleases pets You make all this in memories time For all is lost if we're so kind In the end the road is clear Another journey close to thee Be careful what you wish to see.