Spiritual Fantasy

Humanity grew weary
 Of it's doubtful state of mind
 So it summoned from far and called from near
 All the wise men thought to be sincere
 To heal it's wounds and make it whole
 And the lead the way back to the soul
 The charlatans they stayed behind
 To count their bags of gold
 And some stayed away as if to say
 I know that my way's the only way
 Afraid to learn they may be wrong
 They preach their nothingness at home
 But the wise men came together with the hope to free man kind
 Of the rubbish that had gathered in god's name
 To embrace and trust each other in the search for the supreme
 And they found that all their teachings were the same
 And when at last the word went round
 That all were one and all
 Many returned to seek the light
 Nobody claimed that he was right
 It's sad to know it's just a song
 To dream and hope still can't be wrong