Homeless, cold and hungry.
One voice gripped a frozen heart,
Along the open road on winter nights.

'Twas then a starry sky.
She stood between the visionary,
And the foundation of the realised.

Vision can go about unnoticed.
Never seen but by the prophet.
The prophet? The prophet is under his bones.

A prophet has the winter nights,
A pyramid on the desert sand.

On an open road they look at him.
Gripped by a frozen heart,
The homeless, the cold and the twisted unnoticed.