Om

[CENTER]If you could see the future and past,
Presently destiny,
The burroughed grove, the die to cast,
Would you trust the secret to me?

For I have wandered near and far,
For many a blissful year,
And wished and prayed upon a wild, blue star,
To be away with fear.

For aeons I have watched the cast,
And ocean in the spray,
And followed how every night became past,
And how the past became today.

If you knew the way to become a true star,
How would you tell me?
Would you think it hard so that I from afar,
Could understand destiny?

There isn't an echo, there isn't a year
I cannot see today
Nor future, nor histoire, nor courage nor fear,
Amid ocean's spray.

If you could fill all sides of nature,
Spin the loom of Life,
Craft and engender the cause of the future,
Would you save my life?[/CENTER]