Every Road Leads To Disaster

(Hope is for the lucky) Where do I go from here, This path I walk is never clear, It's grown over with briar and thorn, The more I walk, The more I grow tired and worn. With every mile that passes by, my smile grows a little more torn. I'll keep walking however, Because I'm not a quitter. With every highway sign i stumble a little more My feet are growing sore. With every mile I grow bitter But I keep going. Because I'm not a quitter. I just passed marker 65. Only God knows how I am still alive. I ran into a girl walking the same way, So in her company I will choose to stay. When we reached a fork in the road, We came to an agreement. As she went left and I went right. The sounds of her laughter still haunt my sight. So here I am still walking on this lonely road, I'm growing numb even if it's ever so slow. With every mile that passes My eyes grow a little more resentful. I'll keep going however... Because I am not a quitter.