6. I Walk the Road
I walk the road that you have dug for me -
You broke your back to chip away the stone
And up till now, you've always eased my way,
But now I must continue on alone.
For just ahead, the road becomes a hill
I don't know what I'll meet over its brow,
Or if I can return to you again,
Or if I will, or when, or where, or how.
I'll send a postcard from each foreign place,
But year by year, my face will fade from view,
Yet father who gave up your life for me,
I may go far, but I'll remember you.
I follow paths that I'm afraid to tread
When I look back, the night's not far behind
But I'll tread lightly down the road you built,
And put those distant shadows from my mind.