The Road

Written by: Marina Calogero

I walk on a road It's cold, It's damp just alone walking the road The only thing I can hear is the wind The wind is telling me to go on, The snow starts to fall, hitting me on my face I wish for warmth but there is no such place what can I do?? Where should I go?? Thinking just makes me weak I must reach my greatest peak I've reached the end of the road and what do I find?? I find a wall with the words go behind I look behind this wall and close my eyes It's to bright, oh so bright I come to find I've reached my Paradise