And here I stand again,
My face up to the sky -
I wonder, why,
I keep on wondering - why?
So now that I have known
The joy and I've been sad
I ask you for the road not me alone
Will tread.
A winding secret pa**
For everyone I love,
Through everfragrant gra**,
And to the gates above the clouds that guard the
Beauty of Equestria,
Equestria,
Of all the lands the best,
Where we'll abide
Behind your dreaming might.
But what should I reveal?
And what should I become?
What must I find or steal
Which one of drums should drum?
Hey you, young Wizard of the West!
Go leave your tower, reveal your wisdom to the living!
And you - the Painter seeking rest -
Don't rob yourself of life,
There's so much to be given!
I hope your road's not to the gates
Gates of Jerusalem, new Mary of Magdala.
And yours, the Singer - only waits
For your light steps and for the stories you will tell us.
Princess, tell me, should I
Ring the bell of Judas:
Kiss the ones I want to
Be delivered - not living
You, the Soldier of the Waves -
Don't give them up - the waves that bring your voice to others.
Go on, the Fighter, and be brave:
Don't be afraid to seek, my unexpected brother.
Could you help me ring
These superfolded strings?
Help me scream out loud:
We don't want your future!
We won't contribute to
Getting shut within the walls
Of answers we've been told
Are
True.
"The answers are your treasure" - I've been told,
But now I know they only tend to cluster:
Your pile of answers grows as you grow old,
But you must yield it all to a reckless master.
As Time goes by your valour's also lost -
Wish I could wonder as if I was eleven.
What lies ahead is scaring us the most -
So if you're wondering still at thirty - yours is heaven.
I have been promised - we will go to heaven,
I have been promised...
And now the time has come for reaping:
The sky is green, and gray is gra**.
I'm coming home, and seeing you smile in your dream I whisper:
"The summer's come and shall not pa**."