Between Two Worlds

The wind swelling high
The water below
Time winds a hand
Like a river unknown

Paths can be seen
In my mind as I row
My eyes seem to blur
These visions that flow

Shards of a crystal
They shatter and blow
For in the east lands
Good fortunes bestow

See me
Weary traveler
Purpose rising
As I roam

Can you
Hear them calling
Holy relics
Guide me home

Uncharted journey
With fragments unsewn
Finding the pieces that make up the stone
I've come for the ancient
The power of thrones
Mystics are calling the sage the crow

See me
Weary traveler
Purpose rising
As I roam
Can you
Hear them calling
Holy relics
Guide me home