The Lonely Road

Strong
June 15, 2017
The Hard Way
June 15, 2017

The Lonely Road

Up from the bottom to the top he rose
A broken clown in kingly robes
He borrowed and stole but never owed
His sadness stained the lonely road

He hid with the hidden under the bed
Early to rise, on worms he fed
Never did what they did, but did what they said
Disappointed he tread the lonely road

Over the miles, the road would run
Over his dreams and then
As far as it ran, it twisted back again
From horizon to home the road would bend

Like the years of his life it fell away
Too far ahead to see, too far behind to care
Too wide to embrace, too narrow to share
It ran, it fell, it led him to despair

But always it rose
The road rose to meet him

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