The Path Home
Paths to follow, or roads to lead, where shall I go?
Walking on thorns I begin to bleed, how could I know?
In the beginning or near the end, what shall it be?
Found strength in a forest of the sun, I begin to see
The light which is before me is known from the shadows I left behind
Within the walls of a tainted jungle there is an entangled vine.
When I unraveled the mystery I tasted a pure wine.
Now into the path to follow or road to lead, where shall I go?
Lost in a labyrinth time forgot, how could I know?
Copyright © William Kinard | Year Posted 2008
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