There was a time when the darkness enlightened
And the silence frightened
The mystery schooled me
So the knowledge did not elude me
But now the beacon is beyond
Or to my very eyes, the light is gone
Now with arms outstretched I grope
For that which is clear and goads
The passion from the depth of my soul
In these clouds, I am lost in doubt
Lost without, a cause or out.
I am rooted.