Lonely riders and loney souls
searching for a beggars gold
but not to find what they'd hoped
just an empty *** of stones

One who searches never finds
what was the question in mind
but the hand returns as it began
not empty not full but of a man

A journey that hasn't begun doesn't end
let's not forget we are the ones that live
there is no story better to be told
than the one of ours as it unfolds