Stress will come
This is not new under the sun
So when those moments threaten to steal away
All of that peace that you've made
Remember our world where we exist
And in which no pain can persist.
Our Lost City of Atlantis;
Our Tower of Babylon.
Perhaps this place only exists in our mind
A world like no other place;
We set it apart as a State of grace,
For it belongs, and exists to us alone
And it remains our home.