Where Am I Going?

There is a path before my feet,
but where it goes I do not know.
When I look back,
I see it climb up o'r the mountains
or down deep valleys,
I see the places where I miss stepped
Forward however is hidden still,
as if a mist clouded my eyes
or being of bad sight, see only a blur,
some dreamed up goal
And I wonder where am I going?


Perhaps like some huge dot to dot,
I walk the line towards the nearest goal
but the picture I can not see,
for I must travel the lines first before I know
And the mist at times might lift or clear
and I see the end in glorious might
but how I am to get there I do not know
and the mists come back more fearful then night
And I wonder where am I going?

dear friends I've met upon this road
And strangers kind and strangers mean
I've broken my heart, had  it torn out
I've stubbed my toe and brushed my knee
I've wandered far from the path
in search of beauty in a wide park
to be left in the wild forest in the dark
And back to the path I come
And I wonder where am I going?

And despite this bruised knee,
and sore stubbed toe
I continue on the ever climbing trail
in hopes that mighty visions are real
and that the glorious sunrise will reveal
the peaceful, healing place foretold
And the path and journey at its end
For I know where I am going.
I'm going home.