my friend, the road is long and winding...
i know where i am going
but the flowers rose red, and the green grass soft,
and cerulean sky, gentle sun smile invitingly
i do not wish to stay
where the wind sings a lovely tune,
i only hear the sound of my heart's desires,
ever urging me forward
do you not feel that much remains to keep you here?
i have a dream of a brighter, more beautiful place
so on you go my friend,
but never forget ... a home and memories left behind
i walk this road
only because i do not long to remember
i do not care to remember
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