| He and I | |
| Seek the silent | |
| Halfway through | |
| Beneath | |
| Traveling in | |
| The woven | |
| Branches of | |
| Another world | |
| Got to hall ending | |
| Step from the living trees | |
| My trial now | |
| Let go of the past | |
| He and I | |
| On a silent path | |
| This is | |
| The way we know | |
| We go on | |
| This is the hope | |
| Woven branches | |
| Falling | |
| Take our weights | |
| I see this | |
| Down this way | |
| A place | |
| So it comes to pass | |
| We go our separate ways | |
| A solitary course | |
| To a place of rest | |
| Passing through the | |
| Golden grey | |
| This is the way | |
| The only way | |
| On a course | |
| Bring them to | |
| Our place of rest |