Travelling lonely to distant shores,
Searching for your youthful dreams,
Moaning your anguish and your fears,
You finally encounter magic doors.
Enchanted, you gaze at dancing lilies
And smell the sweetness of their scent,
Starry skies light your solitary path,
Warmth beacons your heart to follow.
The sight overwhelms the soul in you
Its beauty drives your fears away.
It uncovers the clouds of dusty gray
That had always stood in your way.
The heavenly scent calls you forth
The shining stars your soul do cure.
All seems waiting just for you
All sing a song holy and pure.
But, Oh! That beaconing light is not for you
Nor those warm walls that you crave.
For your joyful thoughts are just that;
Empty dreams that will never come true.