Trodden paths, they seem outdated
  To many reasons, I have stated
  The path divides, I have to decide
  A new life. A new way to stride.
  
  Hollow eyes, are watching me
  Tell me which way to go
  Do not believe the fading footsteps
  In this winters snow.
  
  Hear the thunders coming down
  Dreams of forbidden lands, where I do drown
  Here at the hilltop, proud I stand
  A new beginning at the end?
  
  Trees that have seen many ages
  I hear them speak to me
  Moving forward, hide away
  The consequence is hard to see.
  
  Reflecting 'bout what might be
  A life of lust, and restlessness?
  Or full of love and warm retreat
  The goods I currently posses?