"The priest and his housekeeper are made aware of the clues to find the
relic, he with his colour blindness sees the mysterious clues in the pictures of
the twelve stations of the cross, she with her astute mind solves the puzzle
and go to find whatever is hidden. When found they realize the significance
of the relic along with the writings of Rebecca they are surprised to learn
that the housekeeper Marie is in fact the direct descendant of Rebecca."
I ain't crazy but I ain't sane
Stuck with these visions in my brain
Within the church is something real
That my eyes will soon reveal
There rests twelve pictures on the walls
I see in them something more
A map left here to guide us
A map not seen by all
Only my colour blindness
Allows me to see the secret hidden there
What can it mean I do not know
Something hidden I am sure
A thing of portent I don't know
A mystery I know not more
A map to guide me I know not where
To something secret, should I care?
I must think on what to do
Perhaps discuss it, just us two
As a priest my path is known
Though as a man I stand alone
I was old and lonely so I changed it all
Took a woman oh so homely, I'll let her make the call
We'll work on this to find its meaning
Pictures don't always tell the story
Alone I feel I must be dreaming
I need help to solve this mystery
First we need to make a plan
A meeting of minds
Find out together what we can
A meeting of minds
Once we have a plan we'll go
A meeting of minds
To a place we do not know
A meeting of minds
First into the mountains we have to go
Across hilltops and beautiful valleys
Our progress is slow because of the snow
Our lamps pale in the shadows
Through the sunshine and the rain
Soiled and sweated all the same
Our work is soon rewarded our hopes are raised
The article defies description, a lamp, not even glazed
With the lamp are writings in a language that I know
The written words are faded but oh so legible to me
Within the writings that we share
A meeting of minds
With each page we must take care
A meeting of minds
Where tales of heresy unfold
A meeting of minds
A glowing relic oh so old
A meeting of minds
How frail our grasp of history
Betrayal right from the Holy See
Denial of what was meant to be
A wicker man, never a deity
Rage is something new to me rage, I feel let down
Rage so demoralizing so many lies so compromising
Rage at all the lies they told me, they told me
Rage a life wasted embellished with untruths to guide me
Rage!
