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A path to day
A path to night
A path to the dawn
A path to the dusk
The paths were carved out of the ground
Using no energy or sound
People just walked down them so many times
They eventually formed these very lines
Do the paths ever cross?
Do people ever get lost?
The answer lies at the end
The end of the paths

A path to day
A path to night
A path to dusk
A path to dawn
These paths were used by all
Until the great rise and fall
Where people would walk inbetween the paths
Not knowing where to go or what wrath
They may face at the end of each
If that they even reached
The answer lies at the end
The end of the paths

A path to day
A path to night
A path to dusk
A path to dawn
These paths have stories not known to all
Stories of justice and some are just tall
Tales of wonder and magics
Tales of heroes and tragics
They all walked down them
All walking to an mend
A mending of earth
That no man has yet unearthed
The answer lies at the end
The end of the paths

A path to day
A path to night
A path to dusk
A path to dawn
Have you yet to choose?
I suggest to lose
Lose the feeling of following the other
Maybe even carve another
Another path for others to follow
Where you began to hollow
Hollow a road to the place of Care
Only you can know what is there
The answer lies at the end
The end of the paths

The end of the paths...to light