In giant leaps or one step at a time.
I saw a fat old money lender - shoes of silk and ermine,
Laughing as they stumbled on bilstered feet rough shod.
He never helped the poor and weak - viewed them all as vermin,
So when he fell they passed him by and struggled up to God.
Each of us must walk a different track -
No sign to guide us and no turning back.
Chorus:
Humanity in motion - it's the pilgrimage eternal.
Most are blind - but I suspect what rare few know is real.
