I am the line on the road
White black and grey
Isolated from the way
As I guide others home

I am the traffic light
That turns of at night
Because I cannot stop or go
Amber in the cold

I am the path
Less traveled for the wrath
Of wind and storms
That longs for a foots warmth

I am where others roam
And I am never home
I am the place none but the poor stay
I am the highway