Forested Trail
You see a path, a forested trail-
The ground of which, to you seemed stale-
Covered by trees, dead by cold-
Footsteps made, now are old-
To thee it seems a dreary way-
To me it seems as light as day-
To know the secrets wherein are hidden-
Safety, shelter I will be ridden-
To find my path, not alone to take-
Your love of me, then shall not fake-
Since if it happens, my soul alone-
Until another path I’m shown-
I found my path, not alone to take-
For your love of me, you did not fake-
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