Some souls carry the dust of a millenia's griefs Its heartaches, its triumphs, its current beliefs Eons of dreams and aspirations, so frivolous and vain Nothing symbolises closure like the last link in a chain The sun must begin its rising Following night obediently Lift it high above the horizon And touch the zenith with me I sense in you a kindred mind for this final round Worn-out and jaded, terminally earth-bound But it never through the centuries loses its appeal How each you of every lifetime allows me yet to feel The sun must begin its rising Following night obediently Lift it high above the horizon And touch the zenith with me