I close my eyes to the darkness
to see the light within
in my hand I hold a compass
so I can find myself again
so many paths to chose from
but where should I begin
impossible to return to my place of origin
so I choose as a starting point
the spot I'm standing in
in a world of hate and heartlessness
I find myself without a friend
I've lost so much so often
sometimes I feel I cannot win
even though I'm often tempted
I try hard to refuse sin
and I'm not always successful, but I do the best I can
as I travel in my journey, armed only with my pad and pen
the only bearer of my burden, I am a witness to other men.

Though I make careful decisions, to be honest, I don't decide
for my God already chose for me the house where I reside
unaware of his intentions, I have my own choices to make
but to help, the road he wishes for me he makes easy to take
and so I travel taking only what things he has supplied
ever careful my desires and what he inspires never collides
though the world may come against me, and at times my heart my ache
as a witness for other men I am promised never to break.