As I travelled through my life
I had a road before me
That I knew I would travel,
There were forks,
Forks in that path.
Which one should I take?
I would choose one
Which took me close,
Close but not where I wanted to go.
At each fork I would move,
Move further from my road.
I came to that time,
That time where I stopped,
Stopped travelling
And came to the place I am.
I may not have gone to where I intended to go,
But I have ended up where I needed to be
And I am so glad to be here,
Here in this place.