There’s a place filled with joy
Pain and misery
Lakes of fire, iron walls
Eternal trees of turquoise
Walk the path
Slowly, or with great haste
Shed your mask, your gilded words
Shed light to that which is hidden
Without shelter, made bare
Let sand polish away your grain
Underneath the filth and all that’s tarnished
Will a shiny stone remain
Or nothing at all
A feather floats downwards, weightless
It sweeps the slate clean
Apple trees hang abundant
The fruit sullied by your touch
Underneath the filth and all that’s tarnished
Will a shiny stone remain
Or nothing at all
Underneath the filth and all that’s tarnished
Will you still remain
Or nothing at all