When I walk down this path,
I always think of what may lay ahead,
All the things I must do,
I question the one who has lead,
I wonder why I always follow,
Why I can never turn around,
And walk the other way,
When gone is the ground,
The beauty of my leaders face,
Though hypnotizing as it may be,
I must try to resist,
As I try to retrieve me.
I always think of what may lay ahead,
All the things I must do,
I question the one who has lead,
I wonder why I always follow,
Why I can never turn around,
And walk the other way,
When gone is the ground,
The beauty of my leaders face,
Though hypnotizing as it may be,
I must try to resist,
As I try to retrieve me.
