There are many ways of being in this circle we call life   A wise man seeks an answer, burns his candle through the night   Is a jewel just a pebble that found a way to shine   Is a hero?s blood more righteous than a hobo?s sip of wine      Did I speak to you one morning on some distant world away   Did you save me from an arrow, did you lay me in a grave   Were we brothers on a journey, did you teach me how to run   Were we broken by the waters, did I lie you in the sun      I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow   I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind   I dreamed you knelt and touched me with a flower   I awoke with this, a flower in my hand      I know that love is seeing all the infinite in one   In the brotherhood of creatures, who the father, who the son   The vision of your goodness will sustain me through the cold   Take my hand now to remember when you find yourself alone      And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens   It fills the endless yearning of the soul   It lives within a star too far to dream of   It lives within each part and is the whole      It?s the fire and the wings that fly us home   Fly us home, fly us home