The gates of gold

The gates of gold, are locked with steel, the iron clads, of the one who heels, behind these gates, i hope to find, a tiger with a golden eye. i hope the wind, will carry me, above the gates, for me to see. that tiger with the golden eye, the opening to my mind. I have no arms, and i have no feet, but the hurt i get, cant make me bleed. Ill soar high above with help of the wind, to reach the rope which has no end. I hear a shout from down below, asking me to take them, wherever i go. My ride comes without a fee, only a mind with big great dreams. i serach the earth, for the key to find, a willow tree will make me blind, the sea is calling, the grass is green, this fact begins to anger me, and there i see with my growing hate, the key to the golden gate. i push my luck and fall a great a fall, the key has vansihed and is hidden in a wall. I lay there with my body out, my soul flys above the gates of hell, on the way to the gates made of gold, with only a dream thats getting old. I reach my destiny only to find, there is no tiger with a golden eye.