Once upon a journey
A man packed up his bags
He took what he could and then set out
He pulled his cart and went for a trip

He needed to leave
He couldn't stay
He needed to go where he mattered
Where from his life could lay

Here a man is traveling
Going on a trip
His goal is the city
Where he can have a joyful life

This is the city of Amamble
A city of good and glory
A city where fear is expelled
Where for joy you never have to gamble

The city is your goal
Your freedom from this life
Where the demons are cast out
Where you are free to go about

So here is a man on this journey
To the city of glory
His cart is in tow, his belongings packed
As he sets out to go

He travels and travels on and on
Through forest, meadow, field
He travels and travels on and on
Through village, town, and hills

This man goes on his travels
And here is where my tale begins
Of a long oath a man went down
To give his life a kiss

He takes his cart
Going through the woods
Where trees are all around
And the road is as it should

Here he hits, ruts and mud
But he pulls his cart with muscle
He makes it through the deep dark woods
Where his strength is turned to labor

Next is the marsh
Where through muck he must pull
But he has no strength
He has been pushed to his limit

But an old man comes on by
He gives this traveler an ox
So through the muck this can go
But not with out hardship to come.

The ox was useful in the marsh
It made it all the way through
But next is a meadow
Where all your dreams come true

But one dream fails
The I'd sees good grain
And chooses to leave
And live here in gain

The ox is now gone
So once again he pulls
Through the meadow
He now goes

Past flower and fern
Past bee and butterfly
Through the meadow he hauls
His strength is weak but he us determined, No matter the chances bleak

But the meadow is beauty
He sees a meadowlark
He sees a hope to reach the city
Where he can sing a hark

So now is a village
Where venders are selling
Beans and roots, and corn husk shelling
Ripe fruits, and fortune telling

Here is a place where vanity is sold
But give up what's on the cart
Is your not your future foretold
With nothing you must part

But now through the village
He arrives at a hill
He pulls and pulls
Hoping his strength will fulfill

But at the top a wheel breaks
His cart will no longer move
How will he now reach the city
How will he not despair

But even still
With fantasy strength
He pulls the cart ahead

He left home
And all he knew
This journey he won't dread

The axle drags across the ground
A line is forming behind him
This line springs sorrow
Demons come out
And make him mourn for the morrow

The demons whisper in his ear
And tell him he is alone
He will never make his goal
In his mind they drone

They make his journey hard for him
As they want to see him fail
They want to expose all weakness within
And make his strength turn frail

But he is weak he is dying inside
His strength is no more there
How will he ever reach the city
How with this burden to bear

At the hill base he reaches a tower
A tower guarding a bridge
He looks around, he sees the hills
The high up reaching ridge

In this tower there is a women
Who encourages him along
She sees his distres
and says with a smile
The city won't be long

So off he goes pulling again
To reach the place in mind
The demons taunt, but he pulls on
And to the cart he grinds

He marched onward pushing and pulling, as he travels closer and closer to glory
Soon he'll make it, soon he'll be happy
With the long journey he has made

Soon he will arrive
His toils be done
He will see the faith he had in Amamble
And soon his victory will be won

There is a tower in a field
A field in no mans land
Its a field of darkness, death, blood
A place where demons stand

But the tower is strong
standing in this field
Will minions all around
And all Evil it will wield

But in this tower
Up past all the steps
Is a small room
Containing the worlds depths

There is a mirror in this room
The room inside a tower
It a beautiful mirror, a reflection of glory
Yet it doesn't know The Sower

But here is a wanderer
A man who lost his cart
A man who made a long journey
So he could fall apart

He is lost and confused, hurt and sad
He doesn't know what to do
So all the demons all around chose to helo this man
They chose to bring him through

They help him
bring him across the field
They bring him to the tower
And they watch him drop his shield

He leaves everything
Continues on, up the stairs he goes
He enters the room, finds the mirror
And he sees what it shows

The whole world is there
The galaxy, the microbe
All in front of his eyes

The mirror shows him everything
The fish that swim
The bird that flies

He sees himself
A shining knight
How can this illusion be?
Its all too much how could any of these things be truly what he sees

But they are
They are the truth
Why can't he believe
That all he needs to do is go pick up his cart

The city is near
The greatness close
But the mirror shows it all
How could he be so small

He is a small part of this reality
Yet he has such a large impact
Yet he chooses not to act
Only to know all fact

The man then leaves
Knowing what he must do
Knowing the hardship and the pain
As his eyes are stained with blue

It was beauty
It was truth
Yet it was hidden and warped by Evil
He saw what he was, he saw who he is meant to be

He is meant to tell of what he saw
And show the meaning behind the cart
How empty it is to carry
If its not with a heavy heart

You must know the treasure you seek
The goal of what they city truly is
Because more often than not
Life won't give you a kiss

The city will be rubble
The glory in it gone
You'll look around in search
And see only a vanished song

There was a man who tried to fly
To make it through the land
Though the air he would go
Over the wall he would fly

He thought that the bats
Were the secret
That they could teach him
To make it

But when he jumped into the air
Cart strapped on his back
He fell so fast, his whole world broke
How could he ever again be on track

The bats fly freely through the night
Over the wall, past the tower
As they eat their fill in flight
For they have the power

But he couldn't fly
He landed hard
So he crawled over to a tree
And kept his cart shard

He likes the comfort his broken cart gives
He likes the shelter it helps the tree give
But that's because he wants to receive
So he can peacefully live

To receive joy, comfort, and peace
How could you ask for more
He wants to free, to fly like the bats
But he's forever stuck to the floor

So in his new home, his life will now pass
He did what he thought was right
But it seems it would never last
For he can't like a bat take flight

So here he will sit
A monument to all
That the wall is s trial to overcome
Yet he chose to stall

He stalled in the air
For he can't do right
His joy will never be hear
He'll never have delight

So forever he a monument to all
A warning for those to come
Not to fall into the same snare
To forever beat a dying drum

A drum that those who pass by will hear
A sound to awaken their thoughts
A tone of death, and sorrow ahead
A reminder harnessing fear

There is a wall in the journey
One you must go past
But it stretches high and goes out wide
It makes those who pass by, aghast

This wall is solid, standing strong
It blocks the way to the city
It is a blockade, hard to pass
It gives no one pity

Many men bring their carts
They try to enter the city
But many men also fail
Many men lose the trail

They travel so far to be brought to a halt
They leave their cart and go
So outside the wall is a grave yard
With more carts and carrion than you'll ever know

Here is a man who has brought his cart
Through the sea and through the marsh
He arrives at the wall and sees its tall
His thoughts being,  why is this so harsh

He traveled around and round and round
Trying to find a way in
But the eall was made strong and complete, no where is it thin

After he fails to see a way through
He simply say there is no way
With thoughts like that, it is impossible
You always tend to stray

Here is another man
One who is strong
He tries to scale the wall, cart in hand
But he will only fall

Your own stregth isn't enough
So many journeyman give up
This man came, cart and water
Hoping it will help him,


But one cup will run out,
Leaving you with a longing for more Something greater still
So will they ever leave the floor

You see here is three men
All of whom have failed
But here is three men
Of the graveyard almost filled

There are many more
Many stories untold
Many journeys to death
But to tell there is no one bold