|On the winding road, on the journey home
I lost my way, I went astray
The course often seemed so unclear,
the path at times would disappear
So many trails,
but which to take?
So many choices,
but which to make?
I wished to be a child again
The simple days of way back then
When I thought I knew right from wrong,
when within this society, I didn't need to belong
So much is wrong,
but what is right?
So much is dark,
but what is light?
On the winding road, on the journey home
God lifted my soul, He gave me control
The path's course became straight
And now life is great!
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