They sought a mentor. A noble guide. A spirit force to curb their pride. They looked beyond their fellow man. For a superior being, with a sacred plan. It gave them strength to trust and hope. For a boundless wisdom, a way to cope.
They built up temples and hallowed shrines. For something greater than human minds. Faith heals their weary wounds, resurrection requested at loved-one's tombs. Although silent, they still hear replies. This greater soul is conscience in disguise.