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.