Show her the way
Oh the power was summons on this warm fall day.
To give her strength and show her the way.
The path was darkened by a soul so restless.
That she could not see her world below.
Many a nights she would try to reach the one.
But couldn't because of all that she had become.
In her darkest hour she called one last time.
Looking for anything even reason and rhyme.
In this wonderful haunted season.
The path was chosen and on it she shall ride.
With her trusted knowledge
and all that resides.
Peace be with you my friend.
I am on a search for the soul I've been without for too long.
Once I find it then will the path light again.
