It's my purpose, to lead a life walking the path of Light. It's my intention, to be one with my creation. It's my prerogative, to be who I was born to be. My dreams - aren't the hooded wanderers of night, they are the messengers of Light. For eons they've sang, their voices buried in memories - forgotten and later found. They left behind their song, that kissed my slumbering heart. Asleep first, and awoke at last, realized by time, kissed by a hymn, my heart hummed its song. It's my responsibility, to journey with my heart, to that the place in the Universe, where my song was born.