THE RESURECTION OF DAY CATHEY

       He was a man, always a musician,
        he was a singer, a songwriter too.
       Then he embarked on life's long vast journey,
        hosted by clouds that lessened his view.
       He couldn't see through, though the sun shined
        he couldn't see through, he had clouded his mind
         he couldn't see through, he's been lost for a while
          he couldn't see through, his own self denial.

       He was a gallant knight in shining armor,
        firm was his stance and swift was his sword.
       Wonderfully wielding words, clashing comments,
        only to find his way home in a song.
       He would find, he would find his way home,
        in his song, he would find his way home
         it's been so long, will he find his way home,
          in a song, will he find his way home,
           find his way home, find his way home.

       What has disaster planned for his future,
        the words are still hanging, the notes are unknown.
       If only he, who's life is still baring,
        fruits from his past, can lighten the load.
       He must try, to lighten his load
        he must try, but he just cant let go
         he must find, how to lighten his load
          he could fly, if he'd lighten his load,
           lighten his load, lighten his load.

       Was he so blind that he had forgotten,
        all that had once made him king of the land.
       Time is of essence, we must start construction,
        right from the ground, from right wear you stand.
       And you'll find, you will find your way home,
        in a song, now he's found his way home
         it's been so long, now he's found his way home
          in his song, now he's found his way home,
            found his way home, found his way home.

       Don't get lost my friends           Wizzzmo