I recall ancient rites standing barefoot in the soil
Fertile beings mocking me as my kettle starts to boil
Soon I'll be in the ground with my lungs full of dirt
Waiting to be reborn through the green womb of the earth
Student of the arts of man that have always passed me by
For I can't see, I can't feel, I can only vainly try
Who will guide me on this path, who will give me back my sight
Light from darkness, day from night
And, out of death, life
I uncover the path that led me here
Retracing my steps as I begin to see
All is revealed to me when I depart this life
And I am made whole again