On my way, though I don't know where I'm going On a road that's dark and long On my way, but I'm fearful that I could be lost That the path I have chosen might be wrong
When will it be clear that I made the right choice When can I be sure that I know my own voice I dream of a day when I'm free from doubt
I don't know where to search for answers In a world that isn't fair And discover who I really I am Or retreat and pretend that I don't care
When will it be clear that I made the right choice When can I be sure that I know my own voice I dream of a day when I'm free from doubt
I've been told that we learn from our mistakes But I just don't know how many mistakes it takes I'm trying so hard to let down my guard Maybe right now, right here
Clear, that I made the right choice Sure, that I know my own voice I praise the day when I'm free from doubt More from The American Mall