The mantle of attainment   Weighs heavy on his shoulders   Guided by a lantern   Flickering he grows older   A refuge found in exile   He shuffles on in blindness   You'll take his hand, he'll lose himself   Bewildered by your kindness      Enshrouded by darkness   A figure slowly forms   Through many years of banishment   No shelter from the storm   To find this slave of solitude   You'll know him by his star   Then take his hand, he'll lose himself   Knowing who you are