My Life's Journey 4-10-98

I walk down the winding road With many paths and directions The journey that will lead me somewhere far. To a special place, may close or maybe far from here Twisting and folding but so clear That the way to me is slightly blurred. The path so clear to me is the way I try to go. The way which makes me not have come in this world. All that my eyes can see And my soul can find at the end, The one thing, that the other Light that has guided me through it all. Before I was blind but now that I look back at the path That I’ve stumbled and tripped And fallen to come to an end of. At last, something beautiful And I can at least say I’m where I belong.