Following the echoes in the dark corridors of time,
I make my way along the thread of Fate;
Armed only with a firm conviction – Faith;
The hope of a Light at the end of the tunnel;
So I take a step, gently, confidently, cheerfully;
Place one foot in front of the other.

I do stop sometimes, to feel…
Stretch out my arms and explore the darkness ahead;
Feel that the thread really is unbroken;
Sometimes just to listen more intently to these echoes;
And maybe just to catch my breath,
Because I run sometimes,
Trying to get ahead of myself – frustrating.

I do stop sometimes, to think…reflect,
And add my voice to the echoes in the dark corridors of time;
And sometimes I write on the walls,
My convictions and conclusions,
Which sometimes disagree,
Though I doubt they will ever be seen,
In the dark corridors of time.

On this day I stop, to feel, think, reflect, reassure;
I’ve come quite a ways, and there’s still more to go;
The thread is unbroken, and my conviction remains firm;
So I add my voice to the echoes, and leave a piece on the walls
Of the dark corridors of time;
And I take another step, elegantly, gratefully, joyfully;
For the Lord is my shepherd, in the dark corridors of time.