26. The Crooked Path

The bricks along the crooked path,
They show me where to go,
To the edge of all I see,
And all that I now know.

Where they lead I cannot see,
Over the edge so far,
But it is blessed with safety,
Just like a guiding star.

I listen to the voice inside,
It tells me where to go,
All the things I know are true,
And which way I should go.

It protects me when I falter,
And when I’m lost inside,
It guides me out of darkness,
When I’m afraid and want to hide.

I walk along the crooked path,
And I begin to find,
That all I seek to capture,
Lives right inside my mind.

Like Dorothy on the yellow brick road,
I searched for where to start,
Was shown that all I truly need,
Lives right inside my heart.