The sun shines shades of gray for me
As color dissipates with hope
A massive mountain must I climb
To find an end I know naught of
Atop the summit lies a door
Of gleaming gold 'gainst silver skies
Before the door awaits a man
In tattered tunic tainted black
He says, "Stand strong before thy foes
But do beware the thorned red rose
For trickery doth spare no man
Lest hearken ye to treason's chant
When silence screams to you, do bide
For heed its call and ye shall stray
When light doth loom o'er--which it will
'Tis then thy love shall be fulfilled."
The door cast open, spewing rays
I bid him well and step inside
Now there it is, before my eyes
The image of that which I love
I hold it close, ne'er to let go.
As color dissipates with hope
A massive mountain must I climb
To find an end I know naught of
Atop the summit lies a door
Of gleaming gold 'gainst silver skies
Before the door awaits a man
In tattered tunic tainted black
He says, "Stand strong before thy foes
But do beware the thorned red rose
For trickery doth spare no man
Lest hearken ye to treason's chant
When silence screams to you, do bide
For heed its call and ye shall stray
When light doth loom o'er--which it will
'Tis then thy love shall be fulfilled."
The door cast open, spewing rays
I bid him well and step inside
Now there it is, before my eyes
The image of that which I love
I hold it close, ne'er to let go.
