The Road He Walks
A boy, so young, had fallen you see
and struggled, did he, to get off the floor.
He walked life's road abysmally
but this road of life he wanted no more.
He went through life like he had lost a fight.
He had a plan to swallow every last pill,
but try as he might, it didn't go right.
There was something within he just could not kill.
"I was depressed but now I'm funny,"
is how he starts his little tale
of a life of happiness, one he
once only dreamed good would prevail
But now the road he walks and smiles
and knows his life will go on for miles.
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