A road never seems lonely.
It is patient, it is waiting,
Expectant like the slow soft burn,
Fire can turn us ash, but also burn away our impurity
A road can never be empty,
It is filled with stories gently rolling,
Like clouds of a soft rain
Like winds of a spring night
And the most important of all,
The promise that a road is part of,
Two lovers, standing tall, walking straight,
joined hands, entwined gaze.
That is where you and I are headed,
That is what we are going to do,
I’ll walk by your side, I’ll stand in front of you,
the former in love, the latter in harm.