Like a dream is looms

So beautiful

A light on a dark path I must walk

While people mock

A path hard and scary

With pain and turns

The walk to the city is not pretty

And some experances tramatizing 

But I keep going

It seems to never end

And I'm afraid I'll never make it there

Never make it to the safe, resting, City at the end

The light in the distance seems so far away

But with each trial comes closer

Till I'm at the end of my life

With loved ones hand in hand

I've made it to the City

Calm, Beautiful, My final resting place

As I take my last Deep breath