The Land Lost in Between
There’s a land upon this world,
Between the trees upon a sea,
Which it varies the finnest riches of ones desires.
To strive until ones hearts devours,
If you find it I must say,
Look beneath the tidal waves,
For there it holds the most purest gold,
With a wide variety of it’s own.
But beware my old friend,
for there is someone protecting it,
Far above the Apple grove is a statue made from stone.
For it carries the key to this land,
But will not share to any lad,
One has tried to steal the key,
Frightfully he was ravaged into sea.
For thou you young lad are finding the land, Let me for warn you what you now have,
Between the trees upon a sea, you are the holder of the key.