A person repeats, they echo what they've been
But I am the unrepeatable, the world yet unseen
I am my self, a presence bold and lone
The lost and the abandoned? Their status is unknown
Only those who lost their soul can speak of such a state
I stand within my own, and I do not hesitate
The road is a caravan, a journey toward the grace
Moving through the silence of this weary, sacred place
Into this caravan, let the seekers find their way
Let the shouters cry, let the singers have their say
But let no voice be louder than the rhythm of the beast
The divine footfalls walking toward the golden East
Let our songs not drown the ancient, holy beat
The heartbeat of the desert beneath the traveler's feet
And when we reach the final stop, as the sun begins to die
Let our inner crimson not outshine the burning sky
We are but witnesses to the beauty and the flame
Carrying a secret that doesn't need a name
I am on the road, where the inner and outer meet
Walking with the caravan, until the song's complete
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