Walking forward in grass,
Until I reach the gate,
Stepping on bugs is gross,
Walking forward in water,
Until I reach the gate,
My legs begin to get weak,
Walking forward in fire,
Until I reach the gate,
My body will surely burn away,
Walking forward in air,
Until I reach the gate,
Except now I am falling,
I keep on walking,
The gate is so close,
My fingers brush the door,
Though my feet are covered in guts,
My legs are weak and broken,
And my body is turning to ashes,
I will drag myself to the gate,
Though it may be the last thing I do,
Because I made it this far,
It makes no sense to leave,
This was my dream and now it's reality,
Because I've passed the gate to be paradise now.
