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