For I have send him down into the quarry
To work and to search for the light
That we need to improve our sight
The cave or pit down on earth
Is the only place that can give birth
To the qualities we request
To continue on our spiritual quest
My son and I will then go further
To the house of my Father
The spirit in Heaven
Amongst the plains of seven
We are building my house, the causal form
As a shelter from the storm
Of pain and suffering down below
Where my son is taking another blow
Will he withstand this one as he did before?
And go back and ask for more?
Or will he loose his way in the storm?
And shall I have to go and keep him worm?
I shall like always hide
But stay by his side
Hoping that this was his last fight
The one that will give him his sight
Till then I shall keep an eye on the road
Because he will be carrying a load
And might be in need of assistance
But only if I meet with no resistance
I have carried my cross long time ago
But this is his cross, and his time to grow
I can be his conscience and push and pull
But in the end his own mind must rule
Through service he will conquer the pain
And never look back again
He will return to the house of his Father
Where I await, to take him to the house of my Father
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