I've come to the forking path,
I've lived with the other half,
But pain and sorrow blocked the way.
The things that I should have done,
The demons that I've overcome,
Are waiting for me in the dark.
My eyes fear the sight of you,
Your footprints moving softly through the snow.
I live on in spite of you,
In places where angels fear to go.
I wait for a sign from you,
A beacon to guide me through,
The darkness of the night.
Show me how to find the light,
The truth is there, just out of sight,
I just wish my eyes could see.
My eyes fear the sight of you,
Your footprints moving softly through the snow.
I live on in spite of you,
In places where angels fear to go.
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