'I see!' said the blind man, 'But my white stick gets in the way. Was it truth that you showed me. Or was it your tempter's tongue at play?' 'I hear your message,' signed the deaf man. 'It fills my ears with music crystal clear. Such majestic sounds appear Heaven bound. But is it merely the blood pounding in my ears?' 'I run with you,' whispered the lame man. 'Keep abreast to hear your every word. The truth filled me until my crippled limbs stirred. But others around say I should doubt you. Is it you or they who are in fact absurd?' 'I rationalise!' cried the madman. 'See what you say is undeniable true. An imperfect world around me viewed anew. I, perhaps just a dreamer, you a deluded fool? Maybe in reality, the madness lies in you?' 'I hear you call!'sighed the dead man 'Hear you wake me from my eternal sleep. Hear you offer me a brand new beginning An eternal place where no decay can creep. Limbs stir, feel my heart resume a steady beat. But my soul has wandered much too far. Lost amongst the distant stars. To arise and an appointment with you to keep.' 'I am hope, truth and love,' preached the good-man. Everything I say to you is true. Not mere fantasies conjured from the ocean blue. For I am made from the humble clay like you. What I've seen is not a dream. I offer you the gift of hope. But I can only bid you follow. My candle is lit for all to view. You may follow close behind me Until the new dawn's light we see. Or you may wander in the outer darkness. Inhabiting an empty universe of only you.