The Path

The path that lies before us and the steps we take to move on
 Our limbs to move the body and the will to make it so
 What weight will slow the journey?
 What test that we might fail?
 Will the spirit be overcome or rise and we prevail?
 So we question what's right but we never know
 And we sit back and watch is the ebb and flow
 Accepting what's wrong and let it go
 For all we have done what is there to show?
 So endlessly we travel the path we tread
 For what more can we do?
 Few signs here to follow on the path we tread
 One day we'll make it to the end
 How cruel!
 That the choices we make
 Have such resounding effect paralyzed by our fear of mistake
 Another chain to break and move on
 How cruel!
 It's as though the leaves on the trees
 Could destroy all that we have become
 Or the wind set astray the direction we made to be strong
 So winding a road but graced we are to be part of the path
 A gift it is and everyday we should think it to finally be our last
 The way not clear and never will it ever be
 So pick yourself up and come follow me
 Or travel the path alone till it leads you finally home
 If we could only now