Look Back To The Great Hills of Yore

Take me back,

down the beautiful

path of dreams,

down that beautiful road

that made no sense to others it seemed

Only to me in my wildest imagination

and of course, my dreams,

And as I look back to the great hills of Yore,

I think about a time when

I was still young,

a time when I was mighty and strong...

Take me back,

down the beautiful

path of dreams,

down that beautiful road

that made no sense to others it seemed

Only to me in my wildest imagination

and of course, my dreams,

when the path of madness made so sense

to others, it seemed

But still, the speaker was the Wisest of souls

someone who could tell a joke made of Gold,

someone who had a great sense of reprieve,

when the storms tossed the boat in the rivers of life for others it seems

and life was a golden gift to ones maker that

was a rivulet of diamonds and dreams

Take me back,

down the beautiful

path of dreams,

down that beautiful road

that made no sense to others it seemed

Only to me in my wildest imagination

and of course, my dreams,

where something that visited me in the night

An audible sound

the voice of God

born of the hill,

which came from the hills of Yore