Over the hill it is

to the land of our dreams

the fuzzy outline of blurred figres

is all we see

How far away is it?

How do we get there you might ask?
 

Well, one step at a time my dear friend

It's not easy to do

so just stick along with me

I'm the letter

you're the stamp

stick with me and we'll go places

far beyond where you will ever know

where the grass is green, and the flowers grow

the beasts roam, and the trees grow high

and tall as they reach up to the sky

free forever, is my soul, as I lift to space

tomorrow never comes, but today never fails

to arrive as planned so do not fear the day.