Song of Autumn
How should I know about the truth,
How should I know about good and evil?
I just witness what I seeand I confess the evil within.
Little I know about demonsand even less about angels.
But I see what bears fruit in meand which thoughts I want to feed.
My faith is like a dying treeLooks still strong but rots within.
I need a new direction, a new life to liveand roots that grow deep
There is still so much to see,
So much life for me to live
But is this despair my cross to bear?
In these silent moments of suffering...
Leaves make these cliffs slippery
Beneath, I see the sea furious....
These trees grew on a solid stone
Oh, they grew without roots...At the edge,
One step from the edge...
Who would watch my step,who would take my hand?
Dark clouds of a rising storm appear...
Wind blows, trying to make me fall.T
hese rotten trees no longer offer me protection,
I try to flee.My life is like these dying trees
I look still strong but so fragile I'm within.
No longer can I stand on my own,
No longer can I pretend to live.
Far away in the distancerays of sun hit the waves...
Till the storm is over
I need You to hold me.
Lost again in these thoughts...
Show me the path to go,and I'll go.
And I'll go wherever the path takes me.
And I'll go wherever the path leads me.
Wherever it leads me...leads me... leads me...
Oh lead me through the dark!
Guide me, lead me through the dark!