A man boldly goes where no one before
Has stepped, over lands unmarked and uncharted.

That heart is a land of many disguises -
Deep valleys and canyons,
High mountains and hills,
And you wondering always,
Which passes to use and
Which to ignore.

You walk and you run,
With your spear and your gun.
You smile and you cry
Till your tears run dry.

Never a smile had brought so many frets,
And never before had the tears felt so pure.
Your fears and your sorrows have never appeared
So wild and so hollow
As the time, when
You had finally, hopelessly
Fallen in love.