Pilgrimage To Paradise

While walking slowly down upon my lonely road one day
The dust did bite my eyes, and I could not find my way
My destination faintly gleaming far beyond my weary eyes
I continued on my pilgrimage to Paradise
I continued on my journey to a place I’ve never been
With no assurance it would be there, save a glimmer in the night
That flashed and flitted fitfully among my waking dreams
I continued on my pilgrimage to Paradise
I met travelers upon the way who could no longer stand
I offered them refreshments and stretched out a willing hand
Not that they would not or they could not, they just did not understand
How painful was my pilgrimage to Paradise
Now, my own feet they are bleeding, and my tongue is parched and dry
I called to a fellow traveler but he did not heed my cry
Did I run too far ahead or did I lag too far behind
Upon my painful pilgrimage to Paradise?
Some people speak of pastures where the milk and honey flow
I have no such illusions of the place I want to go
But with bleeding blisters on my feet, no friendly shade in sight
Is it worth the painful pilgrimage to Paradise?