| Oh, I'd rather go and journey where the diamond crescent's glowing | |
| And run across the valley beneath the sacred mountain | |
| And wander through the forest where the trees have leaves of prisms | |
| And break the light in colors that no one knows the names of | |
| And when it's time I'll go and wait beside a legendary fountain | |
| 'Till I see your form reflected in it's clear and jeweled waters | |
| And if you think I'm ready you may lead me to the chasm | |
| Where the rivers of our vision flow into one another | |
| I will want to dive beneath the white cascading waters | |
| She may beg, she may plead, she may argue with her logic | |
| And then mention all the things I'll lose that really have no value | |
| In the end she will surely know I wasn't born to follow |