I set out on that winding road That autumn day, six months ago Pack my bags and got on train Shook off the dust as I drove away This world she ain't for the weary kind A distant land, they come to die A few who travel there are few who know Who live to tell of that winding road Only the loss become the found You gain your life when you lay it down Only the fool is born to find The few who live only learn to die Well hurt, she comes with a price I'm told She'll either free your heart or steal your soul But in the valley of the shadow of the Cross you'll find A little brokenness bids you come alive Only the darkness can turn to dawn I may be weak but your love is strong Only the blind need eyes to see Only the captive can be set free