Deep down, faraway
the road to millesabur
ways clothed with thorns
and paths crossed with spikes
giants fell on this road
middles crumpled
dwarfs scampered
all walking down the road
filled with hills and valleys
shut down from the world may seem of the Fournier
but with hope he hungs on
fallen thou a thousand times
risen yet another ten thousand times.
Faith brought down as the hills approach
pleads until the waves drop
the level of strong winds blow against him
and his vision hidden from the valley
hold on traveller, hold on
because the valley is by near.
