Fountain of Forever

We left at dawn from the harbor wall,
With a weathered chart and a captain’s call.
Past iron reefs where the cold tides turn,
We followed the mark where the old maps burn.

Through salt and thunder, through shattered stone,
We crossed the wild where no flags are flown.

To the Fountain of Forever, where the bright waters rise,
We ride through the storm with the truth in our eyes.
Though the years may be waiting beyond every shore,
We seek not a crown—we seek something more.
To the Fountain of Forever, let the far mountains ring,
For the road is our answer, and the brave are our spring.

In a valley of glass beneath cedar trees,
We heard the bells of a vanished fleet.
A guardian stood by the silver stream,
And asked what we’d trade for an endless dream.

We laid down our gold, our blades, our pride,
And chose the friends who had crossed by our side.

To the Fountain of Forever, where the bright waters rise,
We ride through the storm with the truth in our eyes.
Though the years may be waiting beyond every shore,
We seek not a crown—we seek something more.
To the Fountain of Forever, let the far mountains ring,
For the road is our answer, and the brave are our spring.

The water shone like a newborn day,
But none of us drank; we turned away.
For life is a flame that must spend its light,
And every farewell makes love burn bright.

To the Fountain of Forever, where the bright waters rise,
We stood in the dawn with the truth in our eyes.
We carried no promise of years without end,
But a tale for the young and the hands of a friend.
To the Fountain of Forever, let the far mountains ring,
For the road is our answer, and the brave are our spring.

When our names fade from stone and the maps disappear,
May the song of the journey outlast every year.