30 Jan 2013
There is a ship
To cross over the sea
There are tides full of power
There are currents running deep
There are wheels
Made by human hands
They are turning in the air and
Rumbling through this land
There is a road
That runs through mountains and dreams
It is carved into the rock
And built on gravel and steam
There are threads
Infinite and fine
Growing from our feet and
Reaching for the sky