Paradise Express

I have heard of a place that's not on maps;

A place where there's no room for lies;

Where mornings and nights never make the kiss,

Where every form of life is able, is wise.

Where you'll find only faces and never a mask;

Where curiosity is never afraid to think and ask;

Where the one true religion has always been love;

Where the endless sky is always blue above;

Where the birds never know the fatigue of flight;

Where the nights stand dauntless in the stars' light;

Where no child is killed before even she's born;

Where no heart is broken and no skin torn;

Where nobody knows the art of building a wall;

Where there is always a hand when you fall;

Where lilies dance with a newfound zest;

Where crows and doves share the same nest;

Where the river quenches the thirst of all;

Where a horse runs free and is never in a stall;

Where the moon's always shy and the sun bright;

Where you'll never have to fight for what's right;

Where benevolence is, by all, considered divine;

Where dreams and fears are separated by a line;

Where every empty soul always gets fed;

Where there's always a smile after every tear's shed.

I have heard of this place, and of a train that runs

Through its heart; and I can hear the summons;

And since it's dark, my end drawing nigh,

I would love to be there, and I would love to fly.