The Human Road
On a human road that everyone sees but no one knows, that my soul lives upon
that road, the road that loves the camera strike a pose.
I follow its first mind and there it lets me shine, life goes on within a nick of time, I'll
give it my all my last dime, no one can explore it because its mines.
Someone once said why is there a dead end sign, but the road goes on.
No one drives on the road but though treats it with respect, throughout the days
the human road walks strongly from all wrecks.
They're repeatedly saying its something about this road I do not get.
A road that love its loved ones, this road adore the brightness from the sun.
This road barley complains, no license but the road is easily driven insane.
This road doesn't play games, when this human road overcomes being ashamed,
when this human road is a 16 year old, that carries my name.
I am this Human Road that finds a relief, to release all pain.
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