I walked in the valley of shattered dreams
Where teardrops become hymns
Moans are music for broken souls
Enter at your risk, take its toll
Warm became cold,
Love became hate,
Your steps are told,
Be careful what you take
You will be dazzled with gold,
Enticed by knowledge untold,
Tempted by secret hungers,
To consume you when you surrender
Millions come in, tens go out,
Reason drain from every shout,
Many crawl away when feet are severed,
Others choose to stay there forever
Be careful fellow traveler,
Listen well as you wander,
Because when teardrops become hymns,
You are in the valley of shattered dreams