[Music & Aydan]
Stand before the new born
is a song, taken far by the winds
A rhyme of poets, a in a dream The has gone, to another realm
Stand the new born kind
As young and fresh as the Spring in The is telling stories Every little is a Tells of joy, it of pain
Pathfinders...searching for new We are pathfinders!
Rulers of a reign without and "Thou will shall be done!" beyond our Wondering, and roaming the paths Face future learning from the
Lay down no to the you can do in your hand, look up to the All we are gathering, we not fall We'll (we'll hold on) we meet again This time my old friend
Singing our song, we abreast We plunged into a cloven track May the shine Upon the end of road, now you can't
Stand before the new born
As and fresh as the Spring in bloom The song is telling Every little is a Tells of joy, it of pain
Pathfinders...searching for We are pathfinders!
Rulers of a reign throne and crown "Thou will be done!" our bounds Wondering, and roaming the paths Face future learning from the
Lay down no to the you can do Everything's in hand, look up to the All we are gathering, shall we not We'll hold (we'll on) we meet again This time my dear old
If you can't express what you within Remember not words can speak If a pen killed more sword Let this be your own word!
A new begins each time (hear my call) You draw new things to find We are willing to endure the
Lay no bounds... Aydan, Jarpen]