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