Letâ? s see where this leads Follow the path through the trees There sheâ? s crying on her knees, Saying â? no oneâ? s ever pleased, my dearâ? Life is like a slide Itâ? s a really fine ride If we could realize Godâ? s on our side Heâ? s on our side Sometimes just a word Is all that needs to be heard Angels fighting to get to ground All for her to know this now my dear Such a secret thing Maybe Iâ? m glad I do not know What keeps me down when Iâ? m ready to go? In a low-lit room there is still a hope And itâ? s shining very dim, enough for me to cope The light draws me near And its brilliance so divine The things that once were dim