deep into the mist i walk,
to the sight of an entrance shown,
on the floor symbols in chalk,
into the wind the leafs flown...
through the entrance; a flash of light,
to me the garden is revealed,
the beauty of it so bright,
to its magnificence i yield...
why is it aquainted so?,
indeed a sight to behold,
a song flies in the wind flow,
my soul it took ahold...
to my sight a home afar,
oncoming to it i watch more,
father and son they are,
is this a place from before?...
as i watch over the hill,
the father fortells of his crusade,
"I must go, it is God's will",
that boy felt betrayed...