On a cold winter morning
with the winds howling in the dark
i make my way out
into the wilderness
danger everywhere
beasts prowling in the dark
hungry for more prey
with insatiable appetite
stumbling into the dark
pitfalls and danger all around
i crawl out of my home
into this dark, desolate forest
darkness all around
sunlight trapped high above the ground
life was tough
life was hard
the journey had been chosen by
my men and women before me
the path is the same
individual being different
it was easy as a pie
travel the same path
(just like everyone)
hop on to the bus that comes along
and go where it takes you
get down when its your turn
i wanted to be different
i wanted to live life
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