I walked a long and dusty road

something pulling me, guiding me

I neared the end and turned away

where do I go from here?

I knew a man whose legs were weak

he couldn't walk alone

he would tiptoe through his wildest dreams

where no ones hands could hold him down

Does anyone know the answers

to the questions that plague my mind?

Does someone know the moral to my tale?

Will anyone tell me, "Listen, you can

hear the children's voices sing"?

Will someone be so kind to lift the veil?

I woke up from a restless sleep

to see a stranger standing there

he said, "You know not what you do"

I thought it was a dream

I saw a child upon the street

her body shivered from the cold

she looked at me as if to say

where do I go from here?

Will sunlight pierce the darkness

to warm a cold and empty soul

and sooth a broken heart that's full of pain?

Will arms embrace the newborn babes

touch tenderly the old and frail