And here I stand again,
My face up to the sky - 
I wonder, why,
I keep on wondering - why?

So now that I have known
The joy and I've been sad
I ask you for the road not me alone 
Will tread.

winding secret pass
For everyone I love,
Through everfragrant grass,
And to the gates above the clouds that guard the
beauty of Equestria,

Equestria,
Of all the lands the best,
Where we'll abide
Behind your dreaming might.

But what should I reveal?
And what should I [bad word] 
What must I find or steal
Which one of [bad word] should [bad word] 

Hey you, young Wizard of the West!
Go leave your tower, reveal your wisdom to the living!
And you - the Painter seeking rest -
Don't rob yourself of life,
There's so much to be given!

I hope your road's not to the gates
Gates of [bad word]  new Mary of Magdala.
And yours, the Singer - only waits
For your light steps and for the stories you will tell us. 

Princess, tell me, should I
Ring the bell of Judas:
Kiss the ones I want to
Be delivered - not living

You, the Soldier of the Waves - 
Don't give them up - the waves that bring your voice to others.
Go on, the Fighter, and be brave:
Don't be afraid to seek, my unexpected brother.

Could you help me ring 
These superfolded strings?
Help me scream out loud:

We don't want your future!
We won't contribute to 
Getting shut within the walls 
Of answers we've been told 
are
 [bad word] 

"The answers are your treasure" - I've been told,
But now I know they only tend to cluster:
Your pile of answers grows as you grow old,
But you must yield it all to a reckless master.

As Time goes by your valour's also lost -
Wish I could wonder as if I was eleven.
What lies ahead is scaring us the most - 
So if you're wondering still at thirty - yours is heaven.
I have been promised - we will go to heaven,
I have been promised...

And now the time [bad word] for reaping:
The sky is green, and gray is grass.
 [bad word] home, and seeing you smile in your dream I whisper:
"The [bad word] and shall not pass."