I try so very hard to find
Justified reasons in my mind

For the way our life has gone
And why we have set foot upon

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This winding path of due
Our own answers are too few.

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If I had chose
The path of gold

Refined and placid in my greed
Would I still find this road so steep?

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If I had decided to comply
Believed their dogma, not asked why

Would my life be pretty and calm?
Would my heart be filled with song?

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Sometimes I wonder why
I must continue to try

When the weight of the world is mine own
On this trail my spirit travels alone

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I feel so beaten and defeated at times
Trials by fire, no rhythm nor rhyme

How long will it take for them to see?
How am I to change this chaotic dream?

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Only the ripple can I affect
The wave is born hereto with respect

Would it be a life of bliss?
If I had chose not to see through the mist?

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