The Road


The road you've traveled along
was all your choice.
You have sung a great song
with your soft spoken voice.

What I mean by a road
is what you walked every day.
You made people happy
while leading the way.

Where did you go
when hard times came.
You were a hard times foe
who played your own game.

Your road has helped me
reach up to the sky.
Not down below
where I surely can't fly.

The road that was right
was hard to take.
But with your view so bright
it was not hard to make.

Now has come a time
when you've got to move on.
To a life in peace
that you deserved for so long.

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