There is a maze, a beautiful maze, that stretches farther than I can see

Everyone gets lost in it, the way out is never seen

The winding walls and vines and bushes give directions to us all

the vines part for those who are content,

those who are left behind are tripped and made to fall

But up you rise, dust yourself, and steadily move your feet

This treasure, this marvelous treasure, lays in wait

You twist and turn, adore the statues, until your travel reaches a sudden hault

There, you see surely a God, without a single flaw

They smile at you, you smile back, where you stand gives a heavenly spin

When finally the vines start to part, the God is on their way again

Your legs ache, your heart hurts, it feels missing, you see

Stand in that spot too long, and you will turn into concrete

You whipe your tears and move on, unsure of which direction is right

All you know is that every turn is sure to meet you with strife

The facts are met and known; they plague you with greif:

If this god was not more precious than gold, why was it meant for you to meet?

You've ran and ran for miles

Your feet and soul are worn

As you turn the corner you see something you've never seen before

A woman, a Goddess, she turns to grey

Her face is beautiful and carved with tears

Her hope for finding her God, her love, had obviously been lost

She turns to stone and the vines coil around her feet

They lift the statue in the air, a signal of defeat

In this maze, this most beautiful maze, that stretches farther than I can see

I see no one, anyone, that could possibly accept me