The lonely deserted road
Isn’t it strange how we talk less about the things we think about the most…
In life when you drive or walk a deserted road, where the sky seems to meet, we long to travel it alone? …. Just get in the car, start driving and never stop..
To see a long deserted road, nobody around, just a big ball of tumbleweed rolling solely by its self, only the moon to light one’s way… you get to your older years, a tired old body, hands that could tell a story of simpler times, a old guy with stories that can make you cry, alone all his life,no family around, just the long road ahead..
Oh how that road speaks to my empty soul, my tears I no longer cry, just the LORD knows my hidden sorrows, because when I was around others, my constant calls for HELP were not heard.
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