The one who has built treasures here on earth, has decided that they should decay on their own, being left behind like a trail of bait.
The one who has decided to embark on a quest, has found that the lost woods of his mind are journey enough, and that the legendary sword is found in a place where the branches of the trees do not reach.
The master sword, which glitters handle to blade, will not betray the one who wields.
And like a song, it could be said, is the quest of the one who initiates his life.
There is a dying fall, there is a rise, there is a melody.
And like a scream heard in the wilderness, like a tree that falls, so does the sound of love echo in the gloom of struggle.
Let it not end, let it be shown.
It deserves no less, than world reknown.
A word, a tear, a laugh, a cheer,
For none is meaningless.