A gate has been given to every soul
That it could come to know its name,
And a lifetime of living and dying
To uplift the eternal flame.
A city is standing on its foundations
And water is running beneath,
A prayer is hovering around her hills
By the gates we shall someday meet.
A tree is waiting in a garden
With red flames circling around,
The essence of the world are the fruits
Though the trunk has never been found.
A hundred blessings have been given to the world
For each tiny seed we plant,
But only ten have I been blessed to see
And truly blessed at that.
A hundred dreams have been given to the world
But only ten have I been merited to dream,
Going up and down the ladder
That stands in a place where all paths lead.
Ten songs have been given to enlighten the world
Though only nine have already been sung,
And when the last one is finally revealed
Only then will we have begun.
And for all this I will sing a song,
Dream a dream, plant a seed,
Standing by the gates of the city
Praying to taste the fruits of the tree.