I go to greet the morning star, I go to greet the sun.
I go that I may find a way To light this path I’m on.
The Earth has been my anchor, Skin and bone on stone veneer.
She gently holds me from the heavens; Might I find my heaven here?
Among these tired hearts of men Who speak of things they wish to be?
I came as Spring, and feel of Autumn When I leave their company.
I let my will become my compass, For my feet neglect to steer.
I often wish some soul would follow, But alas, it’s lonely here.
And where is here in this endeavor?
I don’t know, I see no end.
So on I go till I have severed Every thought of giving in...
On I go though I may never Know the life that could have been.
I dare to call this world a vision, Where the lost have come to roam.
And if I’m lost along this mission, ...pray my heart will lead me home.
— Eric W. Gebhardt, Two Rivers