JOURNEY

Journey

Ride through the darkness in a cloak of black

Through forests of Evil and Gray

Over the mountains of volcanic Hate

Into the sunshine of day.

Gallop on horseback to the peak of the hill

As fast as the winds through the leaves

And there you will find only one of it's kind:

The babbling brook that grieves.

Sinister thoughts flash through your mind

As you ride to the valley below

Listening to moan and groan and sob

From forests you never will know.

Ride fast to the river in the palm of the valley

And cleanse your horse and yourself as well

And then all of the beauty of the valley is yours

To reach Heaven, you must go through Hell.

Written when I was a child
and I never knew what it meant
until now.............

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