(©Longshanks 1990)</p>

Walking through the landscape of the garden of my life<br>
I see of ancient memories the remnants that survive<br>
Sprawling thorns and bushes of fears and desperations<br>
trees reaching up high with dreams and expectations<br>
I use my hands to weed out the bad things from the good<br>
and stare on up in wonder: will any of those trees bear fruit?<br>
Will any hope ever come true?<br>
Will any of those dreams ever come true?</p>

So many roads, but nowhere to go<br>
There are so many roads,<br>
but I don't know where to go<br>
So many roads, but nowhere to go<br>
There are so many roads,<br>
but I just don't know where to go<br>
I just don't know where to go</p>

Money and Religion, the rulers of our world<br>
always striving for power, no matter who gets hurt<br>
Playing with our emotions, driving us apart<br>
the marching feet of suspicion trample a loving heart<br>
Endlessly falling through golden rings of fire<br>
heating up our faces with the glow of pure desire<br>
I wish that I was going home<br>
Oh, I wish that I was going home</p>

So many roads, but nowhere to go<br>
There are so many roads,<br>
but I don't know where to go<br>
So many roads, but nowhere to go<br>
There are so many roads,<br>
but I just don't know where to go<br>
I just don't know where to go</p>

From the tales you're telling and the songs you sing<br>
I know you're searching for some sort of King<br>
But it's your leader that I won't be<br>
Don't put your hopes or your trust in me<br>
I just want to help you to get along<br>
but you yourselves will have to choose which path is wrong<br>
Which of these roads are wrong<br>
Which of your weapons are so wrong</p>

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