Wise Men

When wise men walk the skies of light
And naught but dreamers know it’s late
Let strong hands guide you through the heights
And know in time- come my fate

When brave men trudge the mountains rough
And dwellers smell the eerie break
The knowing sense is but enough
To summon all- come my fate

Sad men will fall upon their knees
And mourners know not what to make
Take comfort in the warmth and peace
And know the truth- know my fate