While I gaze forward in an effort to see
The paths I traveled that led to this place
Me, staring into a mirror at a stranger’s face
I am no longer young, but surely not yet old
Each day’s too dear for the high price sold
And yet each has bequeathed its value to me
By liberating my soul and setting me free
Free to chase the dreams I’ve dared
Free to choose the loves I’ve shared
With other souls who’ve laughed and cried
Lived and loved, hoped and died.
Copyright © 1986 Marty Vandermolen
