Show me the way to the valley,
Where love dances in the air.

I want to feel the moisture on my skin,
listen to the thumps in my chest
and drink from its flowing stream

Show me the way to the green-ville ,
where orphans dreams grow like Riverside vegetables,

I want to see if mine withered away in winter,
or got fertilized with Hope and fulfillment.

Show me the way to the world of art
Where poets paints the sky with colorful inks,
heal hearts with words from broken pens.

I want to see if I can climb the hill,
Or nurse the thought of being a poet ,
In my heart till embers fade away.