05-07-2013, 11:11 AM
As I traverse, the confines of my mind,
The crossroads of memories, and thoughts,
Through the darkness I'm surprised to find,
The Path I could have walked,
The way is lit, the route is shown,
The road: laid with bricks of gold,
And I would not have to walk alone,
As I did those lonely roads,
Parallel, they stretch, the road i chose,
And the road that i could've walked,
it seems i chose, the thorns, not the rose,
And now the rose, to me, is blocked...
Around the world, In the pouring rain,
And now I've come back home,
I'll subdue my grief and pain,
And walk the path that's mine alone.
The crossroads of memories, and thoughts,
Through the darkness I'm surprised to find,
The Path I could have walked,
The way is lit, the route is shown,
The road: laid with bricks of gold,
And I would not have to walk alone,
As I did those lonely roads,
Parallel, they stretch, the road i chose,
And the road that i could've walked,
it seems i chose, the thorns, not the rose,
And now the rose, to me, is blocked...
Around the world, In the pouring rain,
And now I've come back home,
I'll subdue my grief and pain,
And walk the path that's mine alone.

