Words and music written in 1994 and 1995 by Peter Saint-Andre.
Words 1994, Music 1995
How high, we ask, has the sun yet climbed?
We wonder, hope, but we do not know.
No other star we can see so shines,
And yet perhaps it's only show.
It can seem that our star has risen far
At some times and in some respects
But then past glory or future hope
Becomes all that our world reflects.
Except the troubled ascent of man
The world's not seen a star like this
That rises and falls to rise again
Abyss to bliss to precipice...
But looking closely the mind discerns
That even when our sun grows dark
In the molten core a fire burns
Ignited by an ageless spark.