Old, turning blue copper on the barn’s roof
Always pointing true seldom standing still
Looking from the ground searching for some proof
While pushed around by all the winds of time

Giving us some meaning our lives become
Many random moments since we were born
Prone to falling by all the fates succumb
In knowledge and truth and by honor sworn

Won’t you point to me the way I should go
A direction to follow in my heart
Leads down which path of life I do not know
Just only when needing a place to start

For what purpose more will you ever serve
Guiding best those directions we deserve