The Path Unsought

I know he’s travelled so far to find me in this landscape, perilous and full of
unknown treachery
And now he’s giving his life to tell me things I can’t face, how could I betray
his utter trust in me?
And with his final breath he, imparts his vital prophecy…
Carry on for your generation, you are the one to guide them all
Don’t delay, your time has come, lead the way into a brighter dawn
I must prepare for the path before me, ever daunting, indemnify for my naiveté
And I can no longer hide away pretending nothing, when the world is ending
right in front of me
And to bring honour to his soul, I will accept this righteous role
This nameless prophet that could see, that which resides inside of me
Deep inside, I reconcile my fear
Sustain my sickening apathy for good
For the worthiest of men, but a promise escapes me
Wicked blood will run