It's a mountain that we all must climb -

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.