Though I am lost in lightless ways
where the sun has never shone
still I walk while I am able
looking for my stone.
And when the moon is in the sky
and its light reflects my own
then I sing for I am able
lonely, yes, but not alone.
For what are we but darkened dreams
and lights that should have shown
if we are naught but here and now
then now we shall be known.
So walk with me this moonless night
through darkness thick with moans
and I will help you raise your light
and we will find our stones.