Life
I walk down the winding road
Without finding my final destination
Hiding behind the bushes!
Where is your path?
Well no matter whom you are
your path is a never ending lane of wrongs and rights,
happiness and sadness
A person who is perfect has no life at all
Most wish that they could maintain a clean windowpane
without a scratch or a blotch.
I walk down the winding road
Without finding my final destination
Hiding behind the bushes!
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