A Familiar Path

I have walked this familiar path before….. Its landmarks stand etched forever in memory Heavy clouds hang low from skies painted steel gray And rain constantly threatens like the tears that fill these eyes Yet, I live with much hope that a new tomorrow will I see As time is always marching, onward to truth and light Oh, I have walked this familiar road before…. Where pretty wild flowers and weeds in abundance bloom Their faces now droop with sadness, as the sunlight has faded away This heart wounded, barely beating will carry its burden alone And some day these footprints I leave in ashes, will be washed away Just as yesterday, forever erased, never more to return