The light shines at the end of the road
Glimmering as beautiful as gold
When I reach it what road should I take
Im far too naive for this trip
The decision almost impossible to make
I cannot wait for someone to guide me
This is a journey that I must take alone
Which street leads me to my dream
Which one will lead me to a disaster
Both roads look great from my view
What if neither one is what it seems
So ill stand here with the light next to me
Waiting for a sign or opportunity
At the end of an empty road is where Ill stay
Until A strong wind pushes me forces me to a pathway
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 6:06 AM UTC
The light shines at the end of the road
Glimmering as beautiful as gold
When I reach it what road should I take
Im far too naive for this trip
The decision almost impossible to make
I cannot wait for someone to guide me
This is a journey that I must take alone
Which street leads me to my dream
Which one will lead me to a disaster
Both roads look great from my view
What if neither one is what it seems
So ill stand here with the light next to me
Waiting for a sign or opportunity
At the end of an empty road is where Ill stay
Until A strong wind pushes me forces me to a pathway
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