It’s never a promise, not naturally strong 
It happens without guarantee 
Without care or attention it might end up wrong 
And not what you thought it would be 
And I know that I sat on that fence too long 
As I watched the world slowly drift by 
And I will only speak for myself, alone 
This harvest has shown me the long road that could lead me home 

Winds came from nowhere, wherever they blew 
The seeds that I threw were half dead 
I waited and watched but of course nothing grew 
Well, not enough to keep us all fed 
And I know my intensions were good 
But the soil always seemed a bit dry 
I can only speak for myself, alone 
This harvest has shown me the long road that could lead me home 

Come what may 
I’ll accept or at least I do promise I’ll try 
I know now that I am not lost, I’m still on my way 

New dawn breaking 
Done with the pages I’ve turned 
Faithfully planting, to carefully reap 
Lessons that I’ve humbly learned 
Now I look back on all that has been 
Not without a glimpse of regret 
There’s more to look forward to as I’m not alone 
That harvest has shown me that nothing comes easy 
But most of all I found a way that could lead me home