He's heading north   With silent shout   And quiet reverence   The wish to be granted      He's come to catch   His midnight sun   A star to wish upon   Bleached in northern lights      It's cold, he's told it's beauty was irresistible   He's brave; he's safe in this land of his dreams   The moon will rise to see him off      One day there will be time to put his mind to rest   He will find his cave   A shelter to keep them out   It's dark, the mark appears in the distance of his tired eyes   The golden light hits his unconscious mind   It proves the goal is here for him      He has come too close   The end so fair and sparkling   Wind will blow his mind back to where it belongs      Time will change; and time will broaden his mind   Monuments of ancient beliefs are written in stone   Not fading to keep the word of faith