Winding road
walking down a winding road
wind blowing through my hair
watching as the trees billow
looking for what is near
eyes dropped as the leaves fall
trees standing tall
curves and bends
all there ever has been
fighting against the fridgid wind
standing stronf as a tree
letting my hair fall free
trying not to draw attention
trying not to lose it all
walking down this road
the mountians will fall
being all I can
fighting for it all
winds whistle past my ears
like the streaming tears
fighting to stand
not to crawl
all the years go by
here I am trying not to fall
and starting to bawl
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