On the winding road of life, often
splattered with showers I found myself
Caught in the fury of a storm, or lashed
by the winds of change
The trees were no shelter
Drowned as they were, in tears
Dripping on to me all their sorrows
So I left, to walk on slippery road
Hoping to slide on, all by myself
Clutching the hand of Fate, as my sole comfort
I saw, trudging along, dreams turning into dust
Love collapsing like a sandcastle
Promises broken like crystals
Be it rain or sunshine on the winding road
The trees soaked in a torrent of crying
Or leaves shining with the birth of sunshine
The winding road has no end
For solitary, echoless footsteps.
The Winding Road
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