The Hermit climbs the mountain on a cold and lonely night
what faith compels his journey and commands his feet be light?
What meditation holds him fast, what knowledge spurs his quest?
There is comfort in his loneliness to heal his heart at rest.
He holds the lamp of wisdom, the light for all to see
But his journey is most personal, a path of singularity.
You may choose to seek his wisdom, but one truth must be known
If you climb his mountain you will climb it all alone.
You may seek true wisdom, eternal knowledge, healing power
You may walk with destiny until your final hour
While seeking truth may take you to the top of lonely hill
There you learn the truth's not there, it lives within you still.