I have walked a road just like this one before
and I know where it can lead to.
Familiar fear, I wonder what you've in store
yet, I will follow you along this path.
Sometimes the ground won't be smooth beneath
our travel weary feet, I know the bumps
that lie in wait, and the monsters with teeth
who wait to get at us if we pause.
Tentative, I watch your hand for what you hold
within your fingertips is something I think
to be quite precious, more than freedom or gold.
A rare trinket that is to come by,
of course I gave it freely, you didn't have to ask
I just beg of you, don't be foolish now
for I've few goods left to construct another mask.
So if you will please just be honest,
and willingly will I step to the side of the road
so you can pass on your way to what you see ahead
and let the wind weather me and erode
away all the sharp points you leave behind.