The stream of life,
The torch of hope,
Fading into the distance,
As the hero walks
Returning to the land of shadows,
From which he came,
To find a way to restore,
The dream world,
Light fades,
Reality comes into view,
Through the darkness the hero walks,
Never stopping,
Never sleeping,
Dragging the weight of his despair behind him,
He comes across a small light,
It is Reality�s hope,
Though small,
It burns with intensity,
The hero carries it with him to guide his way,
Through the black world,
The path begins to get steeper,
Up,
Up,
Into the black sky
Hope�s light burning bright,
The path widens,
The sky lightens,
A tower stands at the end of his path
Burning brighter then the sun,
He enters,
Walking along the halls he sees images,
Pictures of his life,
Pictures of what is to come,
The small light of hope he carries brightens,
No longer a small light but now a torch,
Bringing light to everything,
He returns to the land of the dreams,
Watching,
Waiting,
Expectant of the things to come.