i'm carried on by cosmic winds
like a grain of sand.
it seems as if some higher force

led me from the first.
but finally i feel like a part
of some larger plan;

i'm a piece of this puzzle that's
called the universe.


i still sense in urgency
to journey further on.
i have the notion that i've found

a start and not an end.
things i'll see and can't explain
will prove right or wrong;

and things i can't articulate
may well turn up again.


choir:
cosmic winds act as wings;
carry high - eternal rise.

cosmic winds act as wings;
carry high - eternal rise.
cosmic winds...


he who contains the light will see.
he who resists the queen will breathe.

he who asks will once be heard.
he who rests will be deceived.