We cannot see the path ahead,

We see only the part on which we tread.

At times when paths and errands meet,

Then we can friends and loved ones greet.

Wide and straight is the way where we walk not alone,

Dark and treacherous paths we must walk on our own,

Some take to the road easy, but some travel fast and far,

Crossing mountains and valleys beneath both Sun and Star.

Ah, some paths from the beginning twist and bend,

But no matter the way, all our paths will end,

Then shall we sleep deeply under the sky,

Until all stars stop in their wheeling by.