I’ve walked my life’s path through worry and wrath
in search of the city of gold.
The place of no pain where God’s grace I’ll attain,
it’s heaven, that’s what I’ve been told.
It’s all I desire, I’ve walked over glass and thru fire
to reach this city I seek.
It’s the end of the line where everything’s fine
and immortality’s mine to keep.
With no confusion or doubt of what it’s all about
and every moment is perfectly blessed.
Where my journey is done and I’ve finally come
to the place I’ll eternally rest.

It’s off there in the distance and with my persistence
soon I will stand at its gate.
And I won’t be denied, for so long I have tried
to reach that most heavenly state.
Thru pain and denial in my life of self trial,
I have endured every test of God’s wrath.
For I am truly intent and I will never relent
till I’ve arrived at the end of my path.

Over prairies and seas, thru jungles and trees,
no matter the hurdles God makes
Cause a soul is my goal, then I’m told I’ll be whole,
I’m doing this for my heaven’s sake.
I’ve paid little mind to what I’ve left behind
because off in the distance I see
That city of gold, bright hazy and old,
and once I am there, I’ll be free.

So as I strode along, I missed the whipperwill’s song,
telling me of its life of ease.
Unaware of the flowers, dancing for hours
with the zephyrs and the sun and the trees.
But I just walked over soft carpets of clover
as I marched toward the city ahead
And no thought could explain to a mind gone insane
that in fact I might as well have been dead.
For all I went by was lost in reflections of why
and I missed so much that was real.
So intent on myself and finding mystical wealth
there was no time in my mind to feel.
Never seeing the beauty, being intent on my duty,
unaware of a presence sublime.
Never hearing the sound of the songs all around
that nature echoes thru time.

Never hearing the call to be a part of it all
as I struggled on all alone.
So obsessed by life’s test that I never could rest
until I was finally home.
On and on I did walk filled by thought’s inner talk
aiming toward the city of light.
Past the wonders of life with its joys and its strife
without a wonder of the beauty in sight.

It was a soft gentle rain that I suffered as pain
that brought cheers from the flowers and trees,
And when it was done then out came the sun
making rainbows in the drops on the leaves.
While off in the distance the city of existence
seemed somehow even further away.
I ignored my resistance, increased my persistence,
for the place where I would eternally stay.

If I’d looked around and seen nature abound,
but I’m not sure I would if I could.
My sense of the real was unable to feel
then all in a flash I understood:
That the city of light was just an illusion of sight
an abstraction that didn’t exist.
It was a figment of mind, devised to fill time
which I had no sense to resist.

Yet somehow i knew that I’d find what was true,
somewhen along the way.
It’s a matter of time, of desire and mind
but no one can really say
What’s the right way for you, it depends what you do
in this universe of mystery and play.
Deep down inside, it’s for each to decide,
just what it means to be free.
Now I’m never alone and I’m always at home,
Where ever I happen to be.