I heard the bells before their toll
Had resounded from the deepest knoll.
It awoke my heart and made me think
That I was perhaps on the brink
Of something great beyond just me,
That would per chance set me free.
Excitement as a new-found theme,
What would I be without a dream?
Riding the wind with invisible wings,
A fearless puppet without strings,
Never to stoop or lose my fire,
All that burning, lovely desire
To see the world and not stop there,
Until I’ve been almost everywhere.