Creeds and their Consequences
Down a road that you must take,
Lies a kingdom, a castle, or a tower.
And though you may not notice them,
The road is lined with little flowers.
From the gate, the cave, the entrance,
You make your way below.
You come across a garden,
With a little girl in tow.
She is the kindest girl you've ever met,
Or the saddest wretch you've seen.
Perhaps you have some words for her,
But careful now, the leaves are listening.