And each step in the past led me here
Crossroads between what was and what will be
Becoming my greatest fear and greatest hope
My brightest nights and my darkest days?

And with each step I carried with me
A cross for my own crusifiction
An overwhelming burden on my shoulders
Dragging and drifting and dividing myself

I can envision a beacon of light
It sits at both ends of a dark tunnel
So how can I be ever be sure
Which blinding light to follow?

The next step I take, will be the first one after I let it go
But in which direction must I walk
I can either follow the sun as it crosses horizons
Or follow the moon which brings me the stars?