Though his flesh is generally small
Compared to the beasts and machines
His way gives notice
As he moves without sound
His steps are silent
Though he is powerful
His presence creates holy ground
And his voice makes listeners sacred
For in this domain he is king
He is master there, he is lord
His dreams are ancient
His faceless eyes become his sword
Only his logic is convincing
His mind is the world's maker
Alive in dreams now waking
He saved those now forsaken
His wishes become reality
In Dreamlands his voice
Is the sound of heaven
And his home found in
A great mother tree
Divinity within reach
But when offered he demurs
For his dreams cannot be stopped
And the waking lands
Offer no joy
To dream is his homeland
To be there
His hand, gentle
His heart, merciful
His flesh perfect
Alive without regret
Here he lives
Where his feet walk upon the perfect land
As his head touches the wall of stars
In his flesh without unbroken by scars
His will frees the damned
Giving a voice to the voiceless
And choices to the choiceless
His way is most high
And fair to one and all
