Roads and Me
Blue birds sing in the cherry trees, and roads spread out ahead of me.
Which to choose, what do I loose with each road chosen?
Who will be there, who will care, who will chose to walk the roads I do.
Alone, and prone to forget me, how will I remember there is importance in me.
No stays, they all walk away, how I wish there will come a road of no loneliness for me.
A road with laughter and cherry trees...
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