Footprints cover the wide path,
Beautiful and deceiving to the eye.
Wondering if this is the path to travel,
I give up all that I believe,
Taking a step onto the wide path.
All becomes dark and gray, leaving me gloomy inside.
My heart begins to race,
Sweat goosing from my pours.
My feet begin to sink,
Pulling my body down.
Remembering my beliefs,
I say a quick prayer,
Not wanting to die in this mess.
Hearing a voice come from nowhere,
Remembering that voice once before,
A strong hand lifs me up,
bringing me out of the mess,
Placing me on my feet,
Pushing me away from the well-worn path. |
