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Upon this dusty track I roam to see what I will see What will come and what has been, all that time brings And on this trip I laid my sight on an old worn memory Of two children who were young and full of innocence
Life is a road with bumps and bruises, You hope that one day that it hopefully cruises, Stuck in the middle bewteen two big trucks, I never knew you could feel so stuck, Wishing that one day you change lanes,
Gently place your foot upon the road, the simple start of every journey. Little do you know, that this road is me,
Driving on an old country road Take me to natures mountain home Tennessee old Country Roads
There she was, under the bridge, beckoning me home again. Her hair like sunlight, amidst the darkness of the trees. Her milk white skin glistening in the mist. Her eyes were piercing, the temptation was strong.
Which road to take? They both lead in different directions Left? or Right? They twist and turn along the barren ground Which would be better? Pebbles and stones decorate the sandy paths Up? or Down?
Time may separate Yet thoughts and feelings transcend Finding their way home.
The end of the road is coming near Get back on my own two feet And walk away from fear Fear that I wont ever make it to the top of the world And put my worries aside And climb that mountain
I had just finished my climactic battle with a cockroach this morning, When I froze to look at the sight of its body in a groove. How poor an incident I have caused, what terrors I ensued?
I am curious, and unsure. I am going on a road and I don’t know where it will go. I have castaway something that people told me to do, for something I feel I may love.