In an alley somewhere far from town,
In some valley turned dusty and brown,
In the shabby palace of a just crown,
you shall find me.
Trying to comprehend the misunderstood dark,
Trying to bring the desert a park,
Trying to ease the mind of the monarch,
you shall find me.
With the light from my eyes breaking through,
With sweat from my forehead turning a dead oasis blue,
With my bare hands sculpting his majesty’s statue,
you shall find me.
Leaving behind a glowing road,
Leaving behind the river that now, flowed,
Leaving the ruler’s majestic abode,
At some destined crossroad,
I shall find you too.
