He Has Gone Before Me

Who has seen the early mists
As the dawn was want to come
And in that hour before the sun
The way is made before.

"I am but a worm I said"
But you were quick to scorn
And in your quiet voice you yelled,
"The way was made before".

With the passing of the dark
And with the dying of my death
I glimpse the shores where gold is paved
For the way is made before.

And here it is I find myself
And dare I hope to breathe clean air
And let the lion out the cage
For the way is made before