The first few lines are pieced together from several catchy nursery rhymes, three in total, taking their essence.
After the nursery rhymes, transitioned with a beat, Jane Sampson's voice came through once again.
Every road has a light, shining for those returning home;
That is their direction, from where they come and go.
Every window has a light, guiding the weary birds back to their nests at night;
That is their divine glow, sheltering from wind and rain.
Crescent moon, oh, you shine even brighter than they.
Can you tell me where this road underfoot will take me at last?
Is it a direction where I can come and go?
Stars, oh brilliant stars, you shine even more splendidly;
Can you tell me, is there a window;
Still lit, waiting for me with the divine glow to return to my roots?
Passersby say, at everyone's feet, there's a road leading home.
Can someone tell me why only I am forgotten?
Forgotten to be given a road.
Forgotten to be given a light.
