Looking for those cosmic children met in places long lost to the memory of mankind.
Where else we tread through brilliant illuminations, oh great souls, I beckon thee return to me in our time of need.
It is time to water the seeds of yesteryear.
looking for water in our time of need
we tread through the places long lost
where cosmic children met great souls
seeds of brilliant illuminations
I beckon to thee
oh else, mankind, it is time to
return to me the memory of those in yesteryear