She walks through the valley of dreams, while clouds of darkness lurk above and all
As her pace begins to quicken to over come the darkness, beams of light begin to
shine upon her.
Then the hills all around become flat plush green meadows, skies of blue appeared
Her face of pain and sorrow became a face of relief and strength.
It has been a million years, and three since the walk began.
For she is at the end of a trail, that never should have begun.
The year of dreams is now at hand, and flowers seem to surround her.
At the end of the valley of dreams is a field of reality in which we all walk.
Some of those who reach the field of reality never know they have reached it.
For their minds are still searching, and with no faith they will never reach the field in
which they are standing.
Those who enter the field of reality with open eyes will live a life of glory.
And those who never find it will wander endlessly down the valley of dreams.