Path Of The Beam

The crooked path is becoming straight

As we move toward perfection

That old black rider ever chasing

No longer sets the direction

We ride on a beam of light

On a wave of pure precision

Our souls arise in endless flight

And we are one in perfect fusion

We ride into the atmosphere

And leave the world behind

Ride because the end is here

No force on earth can hold us down

There is truth in the illusion

But do not be deceived

There is a greater purpose

Than what is easily perceived

The presence of the light increases

While everything is growing dim

This fleeting world withers away

Revealing beauty concealed within

The evidence of perfection grows

While kingdoms rise and fall

The souls of men are drawn to the source

That binds us all

Makes us who we are

We are the sleepless ones

The ones who will be changed

The living, breathing, body of light

And we've got freedom coursing through our veins