When life will lead me to a place,
where many roads collide,
where crossroads form a frightning maze,
I must not still abide.

Some roads seem easy, others tough
which one is the right?
Which path is risky, which is rough,
how can I decide?

Shall I trust the easy way,
which may cost my strength.
Will there be a price to pay,
for its shorter length?

Shall I dare the harder way,
which will keep me strong.
May I risk another day,
cause it is so long?

As I stand here in my fears,
hoping for a light,
a helpful sound within my ears,
to guide me through the night,

I take a look across the land,
as clearness strikes my mind.
I have to go and must not stand
if I want to find…