The road is long and wide
Filled with thorns, demons and darkness
Looking forward is like staring into an abyss
Turn around! Go back!
With each slow step thorns are discarded
Demons grow smaller, their moans feinter
As the road narrows angels start appearing
Moonbeams light the way in a silver glow
The world starts shining with renewed
Promises of hope and love and a brighter future
Only to be reached through forgiveness and faith.
