The Road
Trudging one step after another,
Inside there’s no more belief.
Told buy father and by mother,
Just pack your bags and leave.
The thought of being hated,
Just kills you deep down inside.
You can’t take back what you’ve created,
Though you refuse to break down and hide.
You will change this and make it better,
No more discourage thoughts you’ll think.
You hope to bring it together,
Instead of refusing and surely sink.
You head onward with a good feeling in your gut.
Leaving doubt behind, down the road you strut.
Inside there’s no more belief.
Told buy father and by mother,
Just pack your bags and leave.
The thought of being hated,
Just kills you deep down inside.
You can’t take back what you’ve created,
Though you refuse to break down and hide.
You will change this and make it better,
No more discourage thoughts you’ll think.
You hope to bring it together,
Instead of refusing and surely sink.
You head onward with a good feeling in your gut.
Leaving doubt behind, down the road you strut.