Through thickets of forests
'cross masses of land
the traveler trudges through dangers to man
from darkness and demons
to spiders and fiends
no one hates problems more furious than he
but onward he marches
through rain floods, and storms
through earthquakes and fires
through quicksand and thorns
and some call him crazy
decrepit and old
but hes seen the light in the tunnel
hes seen cities of gold
and though he hasn't yet found them
hes holding on to faith
and the reward he'll be given
when he finished the race
