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the road chose me

lonely, the road that will set me free,
I am afraid but cannot turn back;
it was not my choice, the road chose me.

uncharted, the way not clear to see,
uphill and stony, a broken track,
lonely, the road that can set me free.

fluttering hands, pale heart, mind empty,
caught unprepared, scant time to pack
(it was not my choice, the road chose me)

a feather, a song, a green oak tree;
three things I need when the moon is black.
lonely, the road that must set me free.

incomprehensible destiny,
to seek a world glimpsed through a crack;
it was not my choice, the road chose me.

this, the first footfall of a journey
into shadowed light...no looking back.
lonely, the road that has set me free,
it was not my choice, the road chose me.