Which Way

He lifted his old grey eyes
With trem­bling hands
Upon des­tiny mine

 

To the fork in the road
His staff crooked
Point­ing out

 

Which way
Which way I ask
His eyes turn­ing green

 

Choose the one
That speaks to your heart
If not, you will fail

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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