I once heard a story, a young boy I was, About living forever, free like the wolves, A spring clothed in magic, where no man or beast, Would suffer life's curse, every living being's dream The Rivers and mountains, the caves and the swamps A never ending journey, described in the map, My dream is a myth, a legend a tale To find the source, life's secret unveiled. This secret, this curse, this wonder, this lie, A truth in the myth, or just in our minds, Where words like forever, true meanings derive, The purest of elements, the spring of life. I set out to find it, no matter the cost, Through forests and valleys, the dangers I crossed, The dark was my enemy, the light was my foe, But if the map was not real, this I don't know. There deep in the forest, a cave was exposed, The doorway was silver, the walls made of gold, I walked down the pathway, with chills up my spine, As there was the fountain, the gem of mankind. This secret, this curse, this wonder, this lie, A truth in the myth, or just in our minds, Where words like forever, true meanings derive, The purest of elements, the spring of life. Before I would drink, a thought came to mind, The fountain of blessing, or ash to my eyes, Surely an honor, but think I did once, As now at three hundred, this curse I entwine…. This secret, this curse, this wonder, this lie, A truth in the myth, or just in our minds, Where words like forever, true meanings derive, The purest of elements, the spring of life