Where are the tongues of flame, driving us to uncertain bold ends
Being on the precipice of the unknown, going forward into air
Trusting the Spirits leading, uncertain of the end and sure, bold
Do we have faith, do we trust, can we go on with no life pulsing
Forward and on into darkness, plunging with new life purpose
Believing the answer is in finding the daring beginning, roots
Faith reborn in the pages and taken into the heart, alive and not tame
Does taming it making it dead facts or rules of life keep us safe
No, the power is not lost amongst the dead because life follows
Neatly on the heels of expectation, waiting for the star to lead
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