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Straying from the beaten track,
There was no difference 'tween white and black,
All there was were different shades of grey.

We met a forked path in the road,
I can't remember which one we chose,
Not knowing,
That one led to Heaven and the other to Hell.

We met our friends along the way,
Some tried to lead us far astray,
But us fools left behind the good and true.

Six locked gates of sin we passed,
Leaving the hardest one till last,
And never quite reaching the other side.

When we finally reached the end,
Having walked 'round bend after bend,
We realised we had passed our lives away.

We'd hurried past the pretty sights,
Wasted time on petty fights,
And missed out all the good things that there were.

Now that we had found the end,
We wished a message we could send,
To the people only starting on their journey.

But our time was done we could not tell,
The people young and old as well,
That the journey is more important than the end.

Enjoy our world the best you can,
Learn the secret ways of man,
And make your journey bright and filled with laughter,
Never forgetting it is how you get there,
Not where you are going.