Forevermore

High, up in the sky, in the mountains, a story is foretold.
Of heaps of treasure and hills of gold.
Upon entry to the hall, a voice will greet.
A hand will be shaken, a person you'll meet.
He'll tell you of the adventure, of the risks and gains.
You'll be the judge, of whether it's worth it or whether you'd take the risk in vain.
The man said : "The journey itself is painful, and full of danger;
"And it doesn't matter whether you're a prospector, a miner, or a ranger;
For each one has tests throughout the way;
Ones will be easy, ones will be hard;
That is to say, the journey is far;
This journey always told men who they truly are, so tell me young one, are you ready to venture in the deep and dark?
Are you ready to be taken away from your home, and live your life one moment at a time?
Are you ready to be torn apart, and built anew, for the ones who managed to make to the end are very few;
Futile you may be, but this will make you whole again;
So tell me, young one, are you ready to gain?"
The man then leaves, every time it's the same story.
He never comes back, for the man is holy.
If you venture alone, on the path that was foretold.
You'll find yourself in heaps of treasure and hills of gold.
But once you arrive, you'll suddenly realize...
That the treasure was always in the journey, and gold was always in your life.
"So appreciate what you have" The man will say.
"Forevermore, kid. Welcome, feel free to stay"​