i was eight years old when my granddaddy died he that showed me the signs i still miss him sometimes been a long time ago but his words still ring true son whatever you do be a seeker all these years i have wandered wherever i roamed i was never alone or forsaken i know somewhere way out yonder i know i will find that a bright beacon shines for a seeker you can t always believe your eyes it s your heart that sees through all the lies and the first answer follows the first question asked the mystery unmasked by the seeker in a world filled of sorrow hunger and pain it s so hard to explain why i m still traveling there s a new day tomorrow and maybe i ll hold something brighter than gold to a seeker you can t always believe your eyes it s your heart that sees through all the lies and the first answer follows the first question asked the mystery unmasked by the seeker