Neither hope, nor light, nor place, nor choice for him remain Just the road to nowhere winding on Not a soul, nor friend, nor comrade to spur him on Maybe it's because the night was black as pitch And he said that now there is nothing left to fear And he went into new towns and unfamiliar places then Strange alleyways he found waiting to greet him and The walls of the buildings whispered their stories And their secrets known only to few were revealed unto him And the world was in awe of his art inconceivable Not to burn in the fire Nor freeze in the chill Nor be soaked in the rain Nor lost in the fog To see in the dark Like a bird take flight And not to die