There is a place

A mountain high

not meant for likes of you and I,

Or maybe You, this..

I don’t know,

A place I dearly long to go

Where beauty tests all searching souls

Who wander through its gates of gold

And beings higher than any man

reside in lofty air

I plan…

I desire to make it there

And in some future form

I will I swear

This solemn vow

I’ll make my home

Where truth is all

My kingdom comes