When times are rougher than sandpaper and smooth like new cement,
But like all things cement cracks and we smell the most delicious scent,
When we follow  miles and miles and we find nothing out of the quest,
Perhaps in a new time and a new day, we find a new test,
We can find our goal and travel to distant lands and try our very best,
When storms arise and thunder emerges, find shelter and take rest,
For the next day it will be bright and ever shining over the sun's crest,
By which the monsters lurk, watch out, and let their stalking arrest,
We can travel to search for that land, a journey not to jest,
Our family is in the other side of the world, and finally, they set,
The banquet of our arrival, we recount our whole quest, to be told yet,
We have done our job and our duty, and enjoy ourselves we must let,
This is life in the making, a journey in progress, and that our story,
Has only yet to begin.