Mind running through the tunnels of time, Forked paths lying far ahead. A fearsome mileu of thoughts inside, We'd choose the wrong paths instead. A road with no end, no signs, Wonder which way we go today. He be with us, show us the light, and lead us the right way. Wish my prayers are answered, lest the unknown way I tread; Its a dilemma of the treachorous mind, I'd choose the wrong paths instead. Thoughts need'nt be spoken to travel, but words stick tied to the back. Its just the unwieldy indecisions that hurt, an abundance of wisdom we lack. So I seek pure gems of knowledge, Its the way I wish to go. In times of darkness in the unlit mind, I wait for Him to show. Keep me breathing in the dreary night, With these thoughts I go to bed. Signs and omens shall help me the way, and I'd choose the right path ahead.
