(Inspired by the magical land of Scotland, where the nature leaves no stone unturned to mesmerize you!)
As I pull my jacket closer,
and touch my numb face,
with my cold hand, braving against the wind,
there is a path I see!
There is a path I see,
half-lit by the lamps from the houses,
where the sons of sea are ready to sleep,
wee lit as well by the street lights,
they can’t close their eyes though,
they have to guard the night!
And as my eyes cross the shore,
and rest on the other side,
to the path I see,
where waves try to gently embrace the earth,
only to be pushed back relentlessly,
again and again,
oh, but such a persistence they have,
is it the love that they claim?
And then there is an end,
deep down the darkness, across the path I see,
hidden, far, distance apart,
but there is an end, and it is a start,
to the magical bridge in sight,
connecting the land of realities,
to the world of dreams!
Ah, it’s a beautiful land,
where your dreams take a flight,
and there is no fear around,
hope never runs of your sight!
Pull your jacket closer to your heart,
brave the wind, and hold my hand,
let me take you to the magical land,
across the path I see!