Journey to a Union

Through the forest and jungles we march.

Slow and steady through thick and sick marsh.

Across deserts and dark valleys so long.

Dry and hot sun pounding, we walk on.

We must continue post haste.

For you mustn’t a precious moment waste.

Raise your arms with great strength.

Shout at the sky for being so high.

Climb on up into the heavens.

For no one can deny your presence.

Warm and gleeful will be the greeting.

Happy that I will finally be meeting,

The real you.