A difficult journey, on a mystical path,
Set with stone, and shards of glass.

We arm ourselves with shoes of protection,
We look away from the mirror's reflection.

We stumble forward from our past,
And pray these feelings do not last.

We glance around to see if we're alone,
And see many others walking along this stone.

Hopeful images of what the future may bring,
Flood our minds with wondeful things.

Day by day, and minutte after minutte,
We become aware of love without limit.