I shaped my time the instant that I fled And woman, I could never love you any less But these many miles that Ive roamed Are weighing so heavy on my withered soul I dream of the end when sleep comforts me No sorrow or longing, nor burdens will I keep Ive ventured so long with these misguided hands Burning my own trail to the Promised Land If theres freedom out there Then I believe no price to pay In my darkest hour Truths light will shine the way
ventured, weighing, roamed, misguided, shaped