I've seen the terrible hand of struggle
and felt the pain that hubris brings
I have tasted the wisdom of divinity
and the horror of its sting
And though they tell you i am lost
and their words report my death is come
the fates have left me breathing still
Very much alive
And though my mind is cut by battles
fought so long ago
I return victorious
I am coming home
And if the paths that I have followed
have tread against the flow
there is no need for sorrow
I am coming home
For the distance I have traveled
Upon and ocean of despair
have led me back into your arms once more
an answer to a little prayer