I have not met the father
I have not met the ghost
I have not met the builder
nor the host
but I have met the prophet
and I have seen the light
for I once knew a man
who knew the fight
I was there when he landed
I was there when he spoke
I was there when the chains of
darkness broke
I was there when he taught us
on the wind as he played
I was there when the secret
was relayed
I was there to see
first-handedly
I was there to know
how to know
I was there to find
true peace of mind
I was there to track
my way back home
I was there when he left us
not that sad to depart
for he let us retain
his noble heart
I was there at the leaving
as his hatch was shut close
and his ship made of silver
simply rose
And I saw it rise
shielding my eyes
faintly in space
one last trace
as I saw it flee
soaring and free
far past the sun
on his run home
I have not met the father
I have not met the ghost
I have not met the builder
nor the host
but I have met the prophet
and I have seen the light
and I once knew a man
who knew the fight
