A Winding Road

A winding road So far from home The night is old and yet you have so long to roam The wind blows cold The time is bold The future pages are blank and unforetold Under the bright moon’s eyes You would laugh and skip and dance But those laughs have become cries You’ll never get another chance You drifted off with lullabies And was guided by a hand But now you have lost your love of the land A winding road A world of fire The trees try to protect as enemies conspire Your thoughts have might All through the night You must trudge on, it’s much too late for fright Aching after swift rabbits That you chased for your only thrill Your life is so cruel Your past can’t sleep under a hill The flowers bundled under arms In the meadows you would fly The greenery is gone, all the nature’s went awry A winding road A croaking toad You crumble to your knees from life’s heavy load And as you sigh You know you mind That you’ve left everything you’ve ever loved behind A world of hate Not one you chose When you wonder why it’s like this No one knows Just like you don’t know where to go On this dark, unforgiving road You’ve given all your living Without anything to take As dawn approaches You don’t have much left at stake At least you have your will And at least you have your soul But even that is no longer whole So far from what used to be your home On this winding road