As the path narrowed, the distance seemed forever
The need for truth keep tugging the seekers heart
Time passed by as the sun chased after the moon
Every footstep left an imprint of the journey home...
The play of Maya would tempt some from the light
Without the light of love a cloak of darkness forms
The Masters heart of divine love, will light the way
Tired, the seeker rested on the banks of the river
The setting sun reflected upon the water's surface
In contemplation the seeker had found their truth
Soul is a humble servant of the ever loving flowing
In the fading light of day, the seeker sung the HU
The need for truth keep tugging the seekers heart
Time passed by as the sun chased after the moon
Every footstep left an imprint of the journey home...
The play of Maya would tempt some from the light
Without the light of love a cloak of darkness forms
The Masters heart of divine love, will light the way
Tired, the seeker rested on the banks of the river
The setting sun reflected upon the water's surface
In contemplation the seeker had found their truth
Soul is a humble servant of the ever loving flowing
In the fading light of day, the seeker sung the HU
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Louise Williams
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