Hearts Red Road
The long road is bumpy and the turns are too sharp.
The road that I travel might lead to my heart.
With this wind blowing strong, always knocking me down,
The smile on my face is often a frown.
The hills on the way are too much and too steep.
I constantly fall and don't land on my feet.
This road that I travel is so dark and so bare.
But the real question is...Will my heart be there?
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