Embark on a stagecoach off to the sun,
Aloft on the flames of days to come,
Gold-clad chariot studded with gems,
A stir in the sky to come from them.
Lightning will follow the Path!

Follow long hallways streaming with light,
Sit with some thoughts watching the night,
Collapse on a bed unexpectedly found,
Relax in a room full of peaceful sound.
Daybreak will kindle the Path!

Atop in a tower looking due north,
Below are the friends who wander lost,
See them helpless and lost in the storm,
Send them a Message to help them along.
Dust-clouds are masking the Path!