In a cynical world
I walk down the path that's lined with gold
The tiny slivers taken from the right place
Bit by bit, piece by piece, will weaken the road

But with so many paths to choose from
If we walk blind we just won't know
And with so many ways to loose, some
Stay behind to watch
So I'll take it slow

Until I've come this far
Passing sights and sounds, most which remain untold
With eyes of jade and my mind grasping the handle
When I walk through, water clears and I step out on gold

Journey's end keeps a step up ahead of me
If I can't reach high I'll just fly low
Facing fire, walking forward fearlessly
Smoke surrounds the next fork in the road