So I look to the sky and I ask Him above:
"What am I doing? Where do I go?"
He strikes down some light, and shows me a path,
The light was too bright, so I closed my eyes.
And under my skin, I saw the trail.
It was long and winding, steep and frail.
But I walked that path, standing in the light.
My feet weren't were moving, and I didn't take flight.
But I could feel the path, moving beneath my feet.
I could feel his gaze, warm with heat.
I still walk this path, but with eyes open.
Someday I will step and reach the end.
But I won't be alone. No, I will have you, my friend.
Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 9:24 PM UTC
So I look to the sky and I ask Him above:
"What am I doing? Where do I go?"
He strikes down some light, and shows me a path,
The light was too bright, so I closed my eyes.
And under my skin, I saw the trail.
It was long and winding, steep and frail.
But I walked that path, standing in the light.
My feet weren't were moving, and I didn't take flight.
But I could feel the path, moving beneath my feet.
I could feel his gaze, warm with heat.
I still walk this path, but with eyes open.
Someday I will step and reach the end.
But I won't be alone. No, I will have you, my friend.
not sure what this is about... i've never really believed in Him, soo... idk?