An old man, he once told me,
'Bout a place the mind could see.

About a land of sound and color,
Where I'd finally be free.

And he took me on a journey;
Showed me things the eyes
Can't see,

Taught me lessons that would
Come in dreams,
And follow life with me.

And when I climbed
Atop my mountain,
The horizon greeted me,

And I realized that I had
Closed my eyes
To the beauty before me.

And now, at night,
I see the stars, and I can smile
And reminisce,

And I remember that old man,
Who taught me things
I might've missed.