The road I walk is lonely. And cold as ice,
far from nice.
It keeps me guessing, always testing.
Hope won't flutter, as I will stutter.
It tempts my heart, while it will laugh, and push me down, to give me scars.
It makes me crumble, while I stay humble.
I watch it turn and taunt and mock.
I pity its lack of grace, its lonely way.
I build a bridge, a place to live.
It begins to turn away from hurt, to songs of love, but it insists to prey on all it had.
But I am stronger.
