We walk upon these stairs so deep, not knowing for what they keep.
A deep dark mystery awaits us there, there…at the bottom of the stairs.
For those so bold to go, to that place we do not know, we tread down steadily upon the keep, still not yet knowing how how wide or deep.
And yet we go, with heads held high, we go down boldly without a sigh.
And when we land we see the place, and see the mirror that reflects our face, and yet we go still boldly still, to that place that will surely kill.
What hope remains, is still there too, a place of solace for me and you. We hold to that, heads held up high, and move on boldly without a sigh…