Vision

You say the word,
And I'm on my way,
On my way home.

I'm on my way,
But I know not where
Or which way I am to go.

This way or that,
That way or this,
Nobody seems to know.

I see a light,
The end of the tunnel one,
But I fear it would just make me blind.

But what is blind,
Is the path of love?
That I no longer know.

Is the path I took
So long ago
No longer visible to the eye?