There was One,
One lad who sat by a tree,
He glanced over the skies above,
With an empty look,
and mouth shut thight closed,
his heart yelled on top of his veins.

Then there was Two,
Glancing over the skies with a longing heart.
The skies opened, radiant and bright,
His face radiated, joy was born.
His empty heart was filled with hope.

Then there was Three,
with a heart filled with Hope and a face that radiates joy,
The young lad set forth in a journey,
An everlasting journey that demands nothing more but his life.
Climbing, crawling, traversing countless terrains,
It was the journey he was born for.

Then there was Four,
Years had passed, and countless lands covered,
The young lad grew tired,
He looked at the skies with an empty look as he did before,
Yet this time he yelled, he yelled on top of his lungs.
There was none, a quiet breeze blew. He was lonely

Yet a gentle breeze does not mean the heavens had not heard.
As he felt the cold breeze rushed over his skin, slowly he felt warmth,
a warmth over his heart as he turned and saw a maiden dressed in pink

Now there is Five,
The lad and the maiden,
Journeying together, they became the best to one another.
Nothing was to be compared with their bond,
Friendship grew, yet love grew bigger.

Journeying,
They held each others hands, As they follow the call of the One Above.