There was a story, there was a road
The pages faded, some cobbled stones
Worn by the weather, torn up in storms
Forgotten statements, eroded tomes
Where is the way now? I check the road
The way is missing, exclaim out loud
I trip and stumble, bleeding alone
Pen to the journal, replacing stones.
Worn by the weather, torn up in storms
Forgotten statements, eroded tomes
Where is the way now? I check the road
The way is missing, exclaim out loud
I trip and stumble, bleeding alone
Pen to the journal, replacing stones.