Michael Nesmith
Walking Mystery
Awake
Behold
The morning's near

Confrontation conquers fear
Hope arouses, truth unfolds
The child of God, as man, is whole

Is it waking mystery?
Are you dreaming, still asleep?
Love's not lost, you just are blind
Come, let go, embrace the light

Stumbling senses seem to hold
Some things precious and untold
But all is lost inside the lies
Sold as sight from mortal eyes

Awake
Behold
The morning's near

And confrontation conquers fear
Hope arouses, truth unfolds
The child of God, as man, is whole
Old horizons seeming small
Caught between the short and tall
But do not worry, just go on
Love will guide you to the dawn

Soon, the spirit will replace
Substance found in time and space
Oh, my friend, you are quite fine
You see, there is no other mind

Awake
Behold
The morning's near

Confrontation conquers fear
And hope arouses, truth unfolds
The child of God, as man, is whole