Travels they hide, the life and the stride, the passion to be

I've walked thousands of miles, through deserts of water, and sands of the sea. I have seen the mirage, a mirror visage, and thinking thee. I was lost in the jungle, the woods and the jumbles, of joys and glee. Now yet that I find, complete the demise, of my mission it be. So I stand by your eyes, complete by disguise, of strength and steed. So I claim at your side, that inside it hides is no fear to me.

Yet you reject me, to prove to that my line, my quest it still breathes. So I walk through, the deserts of sand, of water at sea. One day to return, to places once yearned, completely by me. This quest I now take, to forgive my mistake, to stand by you me. For once I am done, you will stand by my side, and tell me your lies, with my disbelief.

Then shall you stride, and moving aside, not blocking of me. So shall you hide, in fear that resides, your heart of the deeds. Forgive you me then, as I leave your den, and walk from your sea. No longer I stand, in slippery sand, set time upon me.

As I walked thousands of miles, through deserts of water, and sands of deep sea. My heart thus has seen, the heat of mirage set upon me. And so this visage, this painful mirage, I left so to bleed.

And now deep in side, I feel a calm stride, a passion for me.