Before me was a white hart, pure as driven snow
All the walls of reality can't prevent imagination
The lock and key of the doorway to our adventure
Is a weak defense to the blades of focused visions
If lives are lived with no joy of friendship or hope
I'll challenge fate, choosing destiny as my mission
We've this single chance to be proof of the dream
We must guard our heart but the truth is evidence
If love is righteous, and hope is sound and ready
Let all who desire and seek our dream into being
All of the hearts longings and then fully receive
Blessings and hope of a white hart, yes I believe
