Is more than meets the eyes
'Twas written in immortal winds
By wiser men than I
Flesh and bone cannot atone
For those who rise above
Whose hearts are honed on sacred stones
Of hope and truth and love
'Tis they who reach the mountain peaks
From the valleys of desire
And they who speak when wisdom seeks
To teach to those inspired
They measure nay in treasures paid
Of coin cut from gold
The measure's of the pleasures of
The treasures of the soul
