Walking down a desolate road
nothing to my right
nothing to my left
just keep moving
should I stop
I know not would happen
Should I hesitate
the consquences could be dire
I know not what lies before me
all I know is the past
the past is like a surprise visitor
sometimes the guest is merrily welcomed
bringing joy
other times the guest is a burden
weighing you down
making you question the things you have done
but you need to keep moving
remember only the good times
remember no matter what you do
you can repent and better yourself
and keep the hope something better is coming
nothing stays harsh forever
hold your head high
and know
no matter what you do
no matter what you say
someone is waiting for you
at the end of your journey
their arm is extended
and they are beckoning you forward
longing to bring you home
we are always moving never stopping.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 11:09 AM UTC
Walking down a desolate road
nothing to my right
nothing to my left
just keep moving
should I stop
I know not would happen
Should I hesitate
the consquences could be dire
I know not what lies before me
all I know is the past
the past is like a surprise visitor
sometimes the guest is merrily welcomed
bringing joy
other times the guest is a burden
weighing you down
making you question the things you have done
but you need to keep moving
remember only the good times
remember no matter what you do
you can repent and better yourself
and keep the hope something better is coming
nothing stays harsh forever
hold your head high
and know
no matter what you do
no matter what you say
someone is waiting for you
at the end of your journey
their arm is extended
and they are beckoning you forward
longing to bring you home
we are always moving never stopping.