Jason Lenyer Buchanan - The Path
When a horse, wild and freeWanders alone in the woods
Toward a salt lick, the way becomes known
Over again, toward a point in the wilderness
Animals follow the path
And the path becomes a way, ways turn to roads
Twisting our Sunday drives deep in the woods
On a road made by men, but mapped out by hooves
Long before ways were free, they were good
Look to the sky from the ground
All around there are marvels
Behold there are roads upon roads
Even now, space
Just a point in the wilderness
Everyone follows a path
And the path becomes a way, ways turn to roads
Twisting our Sunday drives deep in the woods
On a road made by men, but mapped out by hooves
Long before ways were free, they were good
In all our learned ways
And our ways to come
There must soon come a time
When will we ask
Are the ways still good
What we leave behind
Will our daughters and sons
Follow the path
And the path becomes a way, ways turn to roads
Twisting our Sunday drives deep in the woods
On a road made by men, but mapped out by hooves
Long before ways were free, they were good
Written by:
Jason Buchanan
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