Who is standing in this door
To the rest of my days?
A friend, a foe, or a guide
To lead me to happiness?
He stands imposing fear
Into me with his amazing ways.
This friend, this foe, this guide
Is not going to stop my destiny.
So move and I will run
The rest of my life unaware.
I will make a wake, a path, a
Line in the sand to follow.
This line will last only
As long as i can bare.
I will keep this wake, this path,
This line to cherish.
