The road that I'm on
Is full of never-ending twists and turns.
I look ahead of me
And see hundreds of paths overlapping.
Which one do I take?
Which road leads to the rest of my life?
It's all so unclear, so uncertain.
I ask for help from a man walking by,
He just laughs and walks away.
Why won't anyone help me?
I just need to know which way to go,
I don't get why it's so hard
To find my way home.
© Fully Copyrighted, all rights reserved. Rebekah Fleck.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
The road that I'm on
Is full of never-ending twists and turns.
I look ahead of me
And see hundreds of paths overlapping.
Which one do I take?
Which road leads to the rest of my life?
It's all so unclear, so uncertain.
I ask for help from a man walking by,
He just laughs and walks away.
Why won't anyone help me?
I just need to know which way to go,
I don't get why it's so hard
To find my way home.
© Fully Copyrighted, all rights reserved. Rebekah Fleck.
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