There are places lost, and some are found,
While others trapped in hearts compound,
There are some who are builders bound,
Creators of wonders that make hearts sound,
And the truly great have made a mistake,
Still living their lives for their own sake,
Despite harsh times and despair.

So what is the base of our hearts’ great empire?
Is it the truth that we all really desire?
Or is it the chances we will take or the lies we will make,
Never to give, always seeking to take.
But be wary those whose path does lie,
On seeking chance and fraught with disguise,
For the strength of ground that greatness takes place,
Is built of truth and love’s pure face,
For love is our empire, and truth the key,
That connects our hearts sky to our memory’s sea.

Our journey forth shall never end,
Creating lives and becoming wise,
Till our road reaches beyond the sky,
And so we shall build for others till our mortal end,
Knowing still that our death is a start,
To eternal exploration with a lover’s heart.

But we are also creatures of sound,
Of light and fury that we have found,
And so we have not just a visible shell,
But an immortal song which fills us well,
As humans are musicians of life,
With soaring songs that light up the night,
In a chorus of melody that is our self,
Ever changing to a better note,
Despite the failures that may hold your hope.

You must remember this, if you hold your heart dear:
Never give up on what you start,
Always hold it close to your heart,
For only you can journey forth,
To make up that next sweet line,
Of your own personal rhapsody divine.