Far away my brother went
The door of my house is closed for him
For he spoke something about happiness
That one needed to go looking for.
I had a thought which one cannot allow and cannot deny
For one cannot rise above the center line with it.
Great was my joy that I am not alone in my thought
Great was the crowd of followers I had.
Far away my brother went
The door of my house is closed for him
For he spoke something about happiness
That one needed to go looking for.