In a secret land where the echoes play,
There are mazes without ends, come and stay.
Turn left, then right, follow the paths tight,
But beware of the whispers that hide from sight.
In the heart, there’s a treasure, shining bright,
but only if your heart is light and white.
Once a little bird sang a song,
in these mazes is where it belonged.
Do you hear it, soft and clear,
or is it just an echo you hear?
Wander through, little friend,
and find where the mazes do mend.