The path is long,
The road is eerie,
The night is cold,
The soul is weary.
You clutch your candle close,
Protect it as it burns.
It's barely illuminating,
The twists and turns.
......
The path is long,
The road is eerie,
The night is cold,
The soul is weary.
You clutch your candle close,
Protect it as it burns.
It's barely illuminating,
The twists and turns.
......