Seems we're lost, we're not, even with no map
For we are new, creations, made to know truth
Not lost, no, we've not been given a purpose
We must learn it, find it, and know the reason
We are crafted by perfectly designed beings
Each of them were also designed, perfectly
By the One, who has crafted all, as an artist
As ink on a canvas, with purpose scattered
He is knowing, creating of our every dream
Leaving only wonders of the great mystery
Why must we suffer, why do we live or die
One by one, we're released into our world
Breathing life into flesh as our world turns
Architect of a universe, also an artist of life
The One designed and planned, we'll learn
Our world provides, but we long for divine
We're differently crafted, we have free will
By seeking and finding will we be fulfilled
Not all solve the complex puzzles of life
Because not all understand the last test
Nor do they realize, we have the key
Our drive to know helps defy our strife
As we reap whatever seed we've sown
Fighting to find purity, hope is a knife
Cutting away sins, fighting to know
And then we'll at last know the One
With the last memory of flesh burned
We'll then become beings of spirit
For perfection beckons
The perfect after realms wait upon us
As the One's next phase can now begin
We sip from the elixir, and understand
For we drink upon the sacred waters
Of the Maker, the Creator, the Victor
We have been the sacred shadows
But now, we are made new again
And our search, reveals a view
That for once we now matter
when there is nothing left to take away.” Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
