I seek my own, yet I find nothing.
I search for gold, still I find nothing.
I feed my tongue, still I find nothing.
I'm not alone. So stubbornly I'm hiding.
Maybe there's something else besides me.
Maybe something else is there.
Maybe the stubborn fool is dying.
Maybe I have been prepared.
Maybe there's something else besides me.
Maybe something else is there.
Maybe the stubborn fool is dying.
Maybe I have been prepared.
The path has been laid,
And the light is lit.
All that's left to do is walk in it.
The path has been laid,
And the light is lit.
All that's left to do is walk in it.
The path has been laid—
The light has been lit—
All that's left to do is walk in it.

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