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

In a dark and distant year
A wand'rer 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.