AmiA narrow path through hallowedEmi grounds
AmiA silent walk among theE clouds
CA pile of stones hidden in theEmi pine
COnly seen through dead man’sE eyes…
AmiAutumn leaves turn brandyEmi wine
AmiFall and dance in the windE outside
CA shadow wanders though theEmi fog
CSearching for the light itE lost
AmiI’m not aCfraid
Because GI’m not aDmilone
FShe’s waiting Cthere
To Gcarry me Dmihome
AmiA lifetime written in his weathered redEmi face
AmiEvery triumph, every fall fromE grace
CAnother winters come andG gone
It won’t beD long…
It won’t beDmi long…
Aaaaaa...
EmiIii’m not aGfraid
Because DI’m not aAmilone
CShe’s waiting Gthere
To Dcarry me Amihome
I’m comingF home,
I’m coming Chome!
I’m comingG home,
FCGF
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