The Golden Path

As I walked along,

the supposed golden path,

I was confronted,

by mysterious spectres.

they pointed to the graveyard,

over on yonder hill.



I paused in cosmic reflection,

confused and wondering,

of how I came to die.



Hmmm..

I was confused.

For if I was dead,

how and why,

did I die?



But I composed myself.

And decided I should face it



But I stood paralyzed,

on the supposed golden path,

and I was confronted,

by powerful demon force.



They said it was the devil,

and when he spoke,

his words flowed like glowing lava from the mouth of a volcano.

And I said: Help me lord!

I found myself in some kind of Hell!

But I did not believe in a,

heaven and hell,

world in opposites, kind of reality.



And I gained control of myself,

and I decided to press on.



And as I walked along,

the supposed golden path,

I was trembling with fear,

Oh the lions and wizards yet to come.

I seen in the distance,

silver mountains rising high in the clouds

and a voice from above did whisper,

some shining answer from the moon.



Please forgive me,

I never meant to hurt you.



Please forgive me,

I never meant to hurt you.



Please forgive me,

I never meant to hurt you.



Please forgive me,

I never meant to hurt you.



Please forgive me,

I never meant to hurt you.



(As I walked along)

Please forgive me, (As I walked along)

I never meant to hurt you. (As I walked along)

(As I walked along)



(As I walked along)

Please forgive me, (As I walked along)

I never meant to hurt you. (As I walked along)



Please forgive me,

I never meant to hurt you.