Rough, Rigid Plains

When does a good soul turn bad? When does a happy face turn sad? The new day is here, and still not glad? What happened to your peace? Why has that also deceased? No need to rest in the west Because your joy is still dead in the east North Star is not far To steer clear or the South Pole Where hell is frozen over One million degrees below Transcend the path of necessary obstacles Navigate through tough terrain To make an honest living In rough and rigid plains Don't worry if it's not your estimated route That is not what your plan should be about If you erase that rain drought There will no longer be a burden of doubt Casting over the treacherous clout