Long have I wandered
the corridors of my life
Long have I wondered
if my actions have been right

As I tread this path anew
with hope as fresh as morning dew
I carry a load that sits resting on my shoulder
it weighs as heavy as a concrete boulder

Should my actions and hopes be weighed on a scale
there's no doubt wich will drop and wich will sail
Does that make me a miner or a seahorse
simple
the choice is mine of course