From the canyons of the mind
We wander on and stumble blind
Wade through the often tangled maze
Of starless nights and sunless days
Hoping for some kind of clue
A road to lead us to the truth
But who will answer?
Is our hope in walnut shells
Worn 'round the neck with temple bells
Or deep within some cloistered walls
Where hooded figures pray in shawls
Or high upon some dusty shelves
Or in the stars or in ourselves
Who will answer?
If the soul is darkened by a fear it cannot name
If the mind is baffled when the rules don't fit the game
Then who will answer?
Who will answer?
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