the boundaries are set

all knowledge is contained in matching pain
to pleasure removing for a while the old desire
while each and every one walks in the rain

the moment comes when we have lost all strain
we're burned or cleansed in the returning fire
all knowledge is contained in matching pain

what seems a loss becomes a disguised gain
what seems no music is played upon the lyre
while each and every one walks in the rain

i've crossed dark seas set foot on land again
in this new place there's neither serf nor squire
all knowledge is contained in matching pain

the meaning of my words is clear and plain
each who denies it shall be proved a liar
while each and every one walks in the rain

not to speak out would go against the grain
the better songs will never reach the choir
all knowledge is contained in matching pain
while each and every one walks in the rain