Diverse path

Diverse path

Diverse path, filled with wrath's might,

Steeped on a hill, icy cold as snow at night,

Yet burning hot like fire's fierce light.

What was made wrong, a will granted free?

To give freedom, yet all that's left is rage's plea.

Written but unknown, what wage should be paid?

From what knowledge do we know to clear the shade?

And smooth the sail on life's diverse path we've made.