a million years have passed away until the first of us created a million words of a candle's soul with history beyond control a thousand million years ago a thousand miles away from home two little eyes were born to breathe who am I when my mind creates that wall of wrong views beyond recall sometimes you should take the hand that is given by a friend I lift that veil of golden rain books of knowledge fill my veins you'll defeat the savage death if you're sencere with every breath every man can pave his road like a dinosaurs crowd and all of us will make mistakes but time will tell us what it takes now I'll be there to drown your fears to give you care with all my tears there's just one question to esteem who am I ... there's a simple answer's key to this simple question in front of me in a sense: you need a friend