My Imaginaerum World

"To be rich is to still remember To treasure your first dime To have a chance to say farewell Story of your life Time of solitude and strife Freedom of the northern road Hoping many miles to go Promises to keep Countless gold fields to reap To be rich is to seek To relive the memory Far off lands, quests of old Self respect, true grit Never care, lot of fortune, my life To seek is to be rich Story of your life Time of solitude and strife Freedom of the northern road Hoping many miles to go Promises to keep Countless gold fields to reap To be rich is to seek To relive the memory All the strangers on your path Crossroads that lead us from home The cooling hymn for soulful Yuletide hearth All the songs of wilderness The truth in which you fall They’re your lost troves, but that’s what you recall.. Story of your life Time of solitude and strife Freedom of the northern road Hoping many miles to go Promises to keep Countless gold fields to reap To be rich is to seek To relive the memory”