Joy at the start, fear in the journey, joy in the coming home. A part of the heart gets lost in the learning, somewhere along the road. Along the road your path may wander, a pilgrim's faith may fade. But absence makes the heart grow fonder, when darkness hides that ray. Cursing the quest, courting disaster, measureless nights forebode. Moments of rest and glimpses of laughter, heart phasers along the road. When the road gets rough, your steps may stumble, and your thoughts may start to stray. But through it all a heart held humble, will level and light your way. Joy at the start, fear in the journey, joy in the coming home. A part of the heart gets lost in the learning, somewhere along the road. A part of the heart gets lost in the learning, somewhere along the road.