Lonely Path

Like a dead path I lie on the way,
Hoping for someone to find me lay,
And explore me through the day,
To find something that will make him sway, Come O traveller, Come to the,
For what lays ahead no one knows,
Pass through the shrubs,
And get your shoulders rub,
For when you reach the end,
You will find what will make you legend.
A secret, never explored by any!
A secret, dreamt by many!
Many have tried, but none survived,
For they all gave up upon the way,
Had they gone to the end,
They would have known,
The secret, that they crave!
Come O traveller, with strength in thy heart, I call to the,
Come to me, walk me to the end,
Wet me with your sweat,
put your tiring feet upon my chest.
For I will carry you to the end,
As none have walked this lonely path,
till age lasts!