The road of memory unwinds
Through shadowed pines that claw the air,
Their branches creak with frost’s despair,
And there my buried youth reclines.

Regrets like stones beneath me press,
I stumble where the frostbite grows,
The wind hums low through hollow rows,
A tune of all I can’t possess.

How many nights I’ve drowned in ale
To blur the path I left behind,
The echoes fade, yet still I find
A gleam where golden vows prevail.

The band upon my finger glows,
A lantern lit by years now gone,
Through frozen dusk I journey on,
This road my heart forever knows.