Spiritual Fantasy

Humanity grew weary

Of it's doubtful state of mind

So it summoned from far and called from near

All the wise men thought to be sincere

To heal it's wounds and make it whole

And the lead the way back to the soul

The charlatans they stayed behind

To count their bags of gold

And some stayed away as if to say

I know that my way's the only way

Afraid to learn they may be wrong

They preach their nothingness at home

But the wise men came together with the hope to free man kind

Of the rubbish that had gathered in god's name

To embrace and trust each other in the search for the supreme

And they found that all their teachings were the same

And when at last the word went round

That all were one and all

Many returned to seek the light

Nobody claimed that he was right

It's sad to know it's just a song

To dream and hope still can't be wrong