As I lay to rest

and my blood's slowing down

I feel the heat fading

and I wipe the sweat from my brows.

It's finally done.

I made my way home.

Struggling for minutes,

a million hours or so.

I ran seven miles and still

I have thousands to go.

Same story again:

I stand alone.

And for every question

an answer is found.

Thousands of voices are

screaming new questions out loud.

But I make a stand.

I'm not gonna drown.

Here I stand alone.

With an innermost freedom

like rivers coming home.

(Here) I stand alone.

Finding trust and forgiveness

in someone I know.

And this goes to all of my friends:

I am with you and with me - until the end.

For every crossing

where two roads diverged.

I fell one false decision.

But still you find me on this earth.

No matter how far.

I made my way home.

Is it you who's diverging?

The very next day

all the roads seem to vanish.

You're still here, so I have to say.

Same story again:

You stand alone

by leoschu