The Sacred Veil: II. In a Dark and Distant Year

In a dark and distant year

A wanderer ancient and austere

He surrounds himself with books he's never read

He was a child then, the world inside his head

He would often wonder, who

Could love a dreamer such as you?

And so he trusted no one's shadow, but his own

He was a fool then, and he was all alone

Then quite to his surprise

Passing there before his eyes

A girl, unlikely, gently laughing by the shore

She had unlocked his heart and let his spirit soar

And on that golden, hopeful day

The boy was bold enough to say

Come, hold my deepest secrets here among the foam

You are the world to me

And you, you feel like home