the road ahead makes me weep
my feet bleed on the thorns of my strewing
and where it leads isn't an issue this second
it's only to stop mourning a past
that can't be changed and stop fretting a future
that hasn't arrived yet
but still that ongoing road makes me weep
and still my feet bleed with every step
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
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