The Winding Road
A winding path through hill and plain
Tree lined it marks the way to home
Sun setting, comes a sudden rain
Barns give shelter, no more to roam.
The animals are gathered in
Safe from the storm, a dry retreat
Fresh hay and warmth, let night begin
No harm will come, no pain repeat.
The path through life, it often bends
When on the way to home and barn
The rains of change it often sends
It will appear, without a warn.
Be not afraid, the path may bend
There’s always shelter at the end.
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