Daylight falls upon the path, the forest falls behind
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Today I am not prey to dark uncertainty
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The shadow trembles in its wrath, I've robbed its blackness blind
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And tasted sunlight as my fear came clear to me
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I think I understand
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Fear is like a wilderland
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Stepping stones or sinking sand
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Now the way leads to the hills, above the steeple's chime
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Below me sleepy rooftops round the harbor
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It's there I'll take my thirsty fill of friendship over wine
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Forgetting fear but never disregarding her
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Oh, I think I understand
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Fear is like a wilderland
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Stepping stones and sinking sand
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Sometimes voices in the night will call me back again
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Back along the pathway of a troubled mind
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When forests rise to block the light that keeps a traveler sane
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I'll challenge them with flashes from a brighter time
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Oh, I think I understand
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Fear is like a wilderland
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Stepping stones or sinking sand
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I Think I Understand
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| Joni Mitchell |
