Forested Trail

You see a path, a forested trail- The ground of which, to you seemed stale- Covered by trees, dead by cold- Footsteps made, now are old- To thee it seems a dreary way- To me it seems as light as day- To know the secrets wherein are hidden- Safety, shelter I will be ridden- To find my path, not alone to take- Your love of me, then shall not fake- Since if it happens, my soul alone- Until another path I’m shown- I found my path, not alone to take- For your love of me, you did not fake-