Lost and alone, wandering through life,
A voice leads him home, and he runs towards the light.
When shadows appear and grow tall upon the snow,
The hawk flies above, to carry him home.
The darkness covers still silent land,
A voice calls out and offers its hand.
The comfort found has been present for years,
To look to the sky, to find comfort for fears.
Lay down on the land, feel the strength it provides,
Raise your head to the heavens,
and seek out the skies.
Run free through the cornfields,
Let the breeze move your soul,
If you listen and be still,
You’ll hear the call and you’ll know,
That you are never alone,
You are never lost,
For life offers its grace,
Without material things or cost.