There is a prize
Laid at the end of a hall of fog
There are no lies
Floating above the end of a hall of blur
If I just have the courage to go by
The monster I believe lies
In the middle of a hall of mist
Which doesn't actually exist
I'd walk through the hall of love
And just when I thought I've done well
I'd discover the prize was the magic itself
When in the hall it used to dwell
But anyway I won't live to tell