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Path to Love

The paths toward love as an ideal are endless in direction and length.

Night followed night, and years moved on,
The hours would come, the hours were gone.
We simply lived, and life felt right—
A path we walked, but not yet Love.

We built a family, day by day,
We trusted each other along the way.
And after all these passing years,
I think the answer now is clear.

But love was never meant for me,
Too high for simple hearts to reach.
A palace rising far above,
Built for the perfect kind of love.

No, love was never meant for me,
Too high for simple hearts to reach.
A palace rising far above,
Built for the perfect kind of love.

And now I take my guitar in hand,
And turn my thoughts to sound again.
The threads of thought run through my hands,
Then weave themselves through every strand.

But still I know it won't get through—
No ray of light, no sound can do
What simple words of faith demand,
Still waiting for what we can't understand.

But love was never meant for me,
Too high for simple hearts to reach.
A palace rising far above,
Built for the perfect kind of love.

No, love was never meant for me,
Too high for simple hearts to reach.
A palace rising far above,
Built for the perfect kind of love.

Night after night, I carry on,
Holding to what may soon be gone.
A spark or ember — I can't tell,
Let time decide what burns as well.

Still bound to reason, still unsure,
Unworthy, never knowing pure,
I will not kneel, I will not bend,
And what I know I will defend.

But love was never meant for me,
Nor built for simple hearts like these.
Somewhere beyond us stands its palace—
A perfect love we cannot reach.

And let it not be meant for me,
And let that palace never be mine.
I'll take the road my heart reveals,
With you beside me till the end.