The way is misty,
I cannot see,
Clouded by doubt,
And uncertainty.
My heart knows the path,
I yearn to take,
To reach the future,
For which I ache.
One step at a time,
Blindly I grope,
One step at a time,
Earnestly I hope.
Filled with fears,
Not all my own making,
I put on the brave face,
All the while shaking.
Rare glimpses of clarity,
As the mist briefly clears,
And I see the path,
Devoid of my fears.
And I take,
One step,
At a time.