(Destiny)
Do I follow the footprints of men long ago,
moving with purpose
towards places we know,
or head toward the wilderness
on fresh virgin snow,
where no man has ventured,
where none dared to go?
Alone on that path
past the shore near the sea,
with no trail to follow,
no guide to lead me,
should I seek out my future
and fight to be free?
A man lives his fate,
I've been told many ways,
and he follows that path
for the sum of his days,
never turning off-course
in life's ongoing maze.
The decision is mine,
I am sure as I start
to follow no footprints,
to be alone and apart;
to seek my own future
and follow my heart.
I may fail in my journey,
that surely is true,
as I wander the wilderness
of the lonely and few,
who search in the darkness
for what they would do;
no footsteps to follow,
just unblemished snow,
as onward we travel
where none dare to go.
