So here I am, walking down the street.
Thinking I'm fine, just being me.
Then I look up and the road, it splits,
And I'm not sure which way to go.
I've put all my trust in the painted lines,
All of my hope in the guiding signs
To get me where I thought I should be.
I got so lost that I couldn't choose for myself anymore.
So I stayed where I was
A little dazed and confused,
Not sure of my place in this life.
Then a man came along side me,
And he pointed out the fact
That one road was wider than the other.
He told me of his adventure down the wide road.
"It felt friendly and welcoming, but only at first.
After a short while I started to notice
That no one really knew what they were looking for.
They were happy and upbeat on the surface,
But they were broken on the inside."
He said that is wasn't worth the easy journey,
And that he was looking for something more.
So he turned around
And stood in my same position
For quite a long time.
He had never been down the narrow path.
Though he told me of the stories he's heard.
That even when you feel hopeless,
There's someone you can turn to.
But there was one thing about the narrow gate,
Which is why many people don't choose it.
It was a more difficult journey to take.
Overcoming the obstacles that are holding you back,
And learning to trust a strength not your own.
But he had heard that the narrow path
lead to new life.
Worth whatever it took to get there.
I looked again,
Down the paths I could choose.
My head said the wide,
and my heart said the narrow.
So I listened to my heart
And the man and I took the journey together down the road.
The life that we found, it's love knew no bounds.
With constant love and affection,
My life began at the intersection.
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