We are on the road, deprived of lights, with minds to traverse
Lanes frozen by winter dark, with stormy gales to temper
Devoid of warnings, with many hurdles to contend
In clusters, we tread upon these flinty tracks
Myriad of flames ascend, every being with a fire to bear
Though halts may arise, we keep on moving
Brushes and thorns lies ahead, Yet we push on
An army of young and old sliding on a journey
Bereft of grasp, winds of time steer each mortal
Battered by the tempest, blissful drips of rain rip through
Still Soaked in heavenly drops, sights of a rainbow ensued
Blurred visions are made clear, moments to cherish, never to render
Though tendered by these cold paths, we soar to overcome
In strive we move away from bedlam, amidst cheers, El Dorado beckons
Without grudges, we embrace each other.