Across this desert land we came

With laden backs and heavy loads

We didn’t have an easy trip

 No simple paths or painless roads

But standing here, outside the house

We share an anxious smile

Will what we find inside be worth the while?

We fear to find the truth

It’s such an odd and crazy thing

The truth: Might we be wrong again somehow?

It seems too ordinary for a king

But no—it’s too late to turn back now