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