In the middle of this dreaded fog I stand with my eyes closed
I thought it was a clear day where my joy would easily unfold.
I remember seeing the sunrise and the birds flying up in the air
A warm breeze blew right past me, it was all a beautiful sight nothing can compare.
I saw you enjoying the day and having a laugh
And then you called out to me, "Come to me by crossing this path!"
As I stepped forward, in the sky dark and gray clouds appeared
The clouds followed me down and I realized the path had disappeared.
The fog was too thick to see through and the sun turned black
But as I started my search, in no place could I see the path.
I searched everywhere, from left to right
From the front to the back, but this path was no where in sight.
My heart sank down to my gut; butterflies all fell dead
Wondering if it was all real or was it all just in my head.
Could it be that I decided to finish an unfinished dream?
Or could it be possible that by waking up I need to stop wondering how it might have been?
Whatever it is, I must now walk alone and wipe my every fallen tear
I must choose my own path to get through this pain...
Maybe in the end everything gets clear.
