Sometimes I can't help but feeling so small and so alone.
As the dust from the struggle clears and covers the ground a new path is born,
Into the mist in leads with promises of a better way and another life,
Exhausted and broken I stand with only my own life hidden in my hands,
Tempted I look into the distance where the road leads,
Lifting my precious fragile life close to my heart I whisper to the wind,
I do not dare,
Still my feet start to wander onto the misty road,
Shaking with fear I see myself taking a path I never thought I would take,
