Like the lone gunslinger
Marching across the desert of strife
You arrive at the end of a dream
The beginning of another day.

There have been battles to fight,
And there were pleasures won.
There have been people you spite,
And those that were yours.

Lessons learnt long before
are the weapons for the tired soul -
Every struggle and each hurdle you cross
will cement in you the resolve to go.

It is an unknown out there
An unknown - terribler than the known
But let not any fear
Lodge in you - buried or sown.

For there is always a way
A door leading faraway
Where there is no worry
Just bliss yet to be fathomed.