When I leave my house, and I start to rome,
I'll be looking for my true home.
And I'll start down that path, full of shame,
And I'll wonder if anything will ever be the same.
And not long after when the jouney will start,
There will come a time when the roads will part.
One side will lead to happiness, the other to sin.
And I'll be dreading the answer on which one will pull me in.
So I'll stand right where I am, surrounded by night,
When from afar will come a bright light.
And I'll follow the light, for the light shows the way.
And the light will bring joy to my ever day.
And the bring me to my true home,
And I will be happy, no more will I rome.
2006-12-29
08:48:39
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