Long time ago in the ocean of space,
The Great Symphony of Creation.
A beginning of an imaginary place,
in harmony to the Law of Gravitation.
Nebula Pillars illuminated by a thousand light,
a lonely speck of dust twinkling.
Vibrating echoes of The White Knight,
the fingerprint of your hand signaling.
O Mighty King who sits on his throne,
a flame has been lit in the desolate land.
You found me; turned me into a living stone,
I am free; no longer caught in the devouring sand.