The foothills of the mountains are their home.
Plenty of room for wild horses to roam.
A colt wonders from the fold.
Night is pressing, Snow is falling , He is alone.
He stands at a crossroads alone and afraid.
Wondering which path to take...Why did he stray
One path leads to darkness, death and destruction.
The other to the fold, light and ressurection.
The path to darkness looks easy and smooth.
The path to the light has thorns as sharp as a cougar's tooth.
What's always easiest isn't always best.
The choice is yours more or less.