Each person has a path
A winding path
In a sea of gray
The cobblestones beneath your feet will trip you up
The sharp rocks cutting the soles of your feet

Some paths intersect
Then continue along, alone
Some paths are long
Full of challenges and choices
Some are cut short
Severed by an untimely end

When someone falls off of their path,
The people on roads around them point them back to where they were
Find their path for them in the fog
Others who are lost and lonely
Will drag the fallen person with them into uncertainty, limbo, and sin

Every path ends at a cliff
Overlooking an ocean sunrise
If you follow your path
You will make it there
If you stray, you will find yourself lost in the mist
But at the end of your path
You will fine eternal bliss
Heaven