The rain is falling and nature is calling me home
Which do i choose... What one do I pick
I fight to choose...
I am lost...
A pathless traveler
I need my guide at my side
Where is she... Where was she
I have fallen lost to this tangled mess
Torn between sides of unrest
I am lost...
I give up and lay this battle to rest
I hear the birds whistle and call, the scurry of animals unknown
The sounds of people walking the streets beckons me come close
I bow my head as if only I were dead
Out of silence I hear a voice...
A voice of wonderment and awe
The angel tells me of such place where both live but as one
I look at her... And her at I...
I knew she was my guide
