The Path

One day my father

Took my face in his hands

He said: “This is the path we’ve chosen;

This is the bed we’ve made.”

“No turning back now,

Wipe those tears from your eyes.

One day I won’t be here,

One day you’ll walk it alone.”

“When there’s no one left to mourn,

Keep walkin’ on” he said;

“Keep walkin’ on.”

“When the good old days are long gone,

Keep on walkin’ on” he said;

“Keep walkin’ on the path.”

“Cause you just might find

Something worth living for;

Or, you just might find

Something worth dying for;

Or, you just might find nothing at all.”

“But if you should be the last of us to walk it…

And these days, they bleed together so,”

He said: “Don’t you even worry;

Just keep on the path.”