It’s dark and quiet when I walk by the trees so tall

Spruce under a night sky, no sound at all

The moon my only in sight

Up above, shining down this dark path so bright

But I slow as I see

A little sanctuary before me

No

Not a house, not a home

I worry as I stand alone

But the path is clear and split into two

One turning back and one to a chapter new

Is this it? This is the end?

The moon is brighter, a hand for lend

I don’t worry as I stand alone

It’s dark and quiet as I walk to a story set in stone