The narrow road is before me
I stand in it’s wake
I stand in it’s wake

The thornbushes are laughing
Terrorising me
As I stand before the narrow road
I stand in it’s wake

I stand awake
Looking toward the heavens
Opening wide to embrace me
And I stand in it’s wake

I stand
Firm
Believe
Secure

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