There was a road I was traveling, but I strayed along the line. Now I've been going the wrong way for so long I can't see which path leads home.
Stuck at a crossroads, paralyzed by fear, all I can do is sit here.
The future is uncertain, as the unknown awaits beyond the horizon.
Failure's not an option, for lives lay in my hands, but if I follow the rainbow, will I find my pot of gold?