I’m at a fork in the road.
I try to figure out which way I’m meant to go.
One side is starting to corrode
and nothing is aglow.

I try to figure out which way I’m meant to go.
But it’s hard with all this rain
and nothing is aglow.
I try not to complain.

But it’s hard with all this rain.
I can’t see what’s right in front of me.
I try not to complain
when there’s all this debris.

I can’t see what’s right in front of me
as the rain is pouring.
When there’s all this debris,
my path won’t start restoring.

As the rain is pouring
one side is starting to corrode.
My path won’t start restoring.
I’m at a fork in the road.