On the Path
The path has faded in the drifting snows
Swirling winds fill the footsteps in
And now, he must move forward on instinct
Driven by the hope of loved ones awaiting
Swirling winds fill the footsteps in
And now, he must move forward on instinct
Driven by the hope of loved ones awaiting
Things will have changed with the others
His welcome will most likely be one of smiles
Smiles which will be tempered with caution
For he has already proven them wrong before
Whatever this journey holds for him
In the end he must move on its slowly fading trail
Hopefully that he remains pointed
In the correct direction inside the unknown forest
