Please tell me how to understand,
this compass you placed in my hand.
Should my path go where the arrow points?
Or should my way be mine?
This trail I never traveled on.
Then you brought me here one day.
You never asked, should I want to go?
You just took me anyway.
So Tell me how to understand,
this compass you placed in my hand.
I've followed it from near and far.
I've walked on stones so cold so hard.
I've picked up pieces of my soul,
and watched my face as it grew old.
So please Lord tell me, as I don't understand.
This Compass you've placed in my hand..
cora fazio
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