The way home

In a world of confusion, covered in snow

I wish to see the future,I wish we all would know

How to collectively interpret,where our footprints go

No path is ever clear, for there is still truth to show

I've been walking here, and will be ever so

All I ask my dear, is for a hand that won't let go



As we sing for absolution, it's always good to have

Someone close by you, who's shared your path

And at times we'll meet, sometimes we'll crash

but never even question if it will last

Just know, underneath the snow there is grass

After all, the way home is revealed by our footprints in the path.