The Crossings - David Wilcox

We set sail from the harbor

On the trade routes of old

Where the tall ships of spices

Bring the bright dreams of gold

There are towns full of travelers

Where the stories are told

Of the lost and the longing in the little known language

Of the wayward and bold

On our way to the crossings

We had to leave where we’d been

'Cause the roads we came over had come to an end

So we meet here as strangers, bonded as friends

We were torn from the fabric

But the threads of our lives are beginning to mend

And the hardest mile to travel

Is that first away from home

When we wonder at the hunger of being alone

But then these tears flow with laughter

With these friends we never knew

They’ve been waiting at the crossings

For this to come true

The world of wonder set in motion is waiting for you

There are clues in the legend and gifts in the signs

That lead to the treasure we’ve been searching to find

Like a map newly written of an ancient design

We have come to the crossings

Like the travelers before us, through the ages of time

And the hardest mile to travel

Is that first away from home

When we wonder at the hunger of being alone

But then these tears flow with laughter

With these friends we never knew

They’ve been waiting at the crossings

For this to come true

The world of wonder set in motion is waiting for you