This is not what I plan.
This is just the way life takes you.
I looked for a journey to find a new way.
I end up at a crossroad that nobody passes.
I chose the road that was not traveled by many.
I chose the road that few said was the right call, but all wonder where it would go.
Was it the right choice, I will never know?
I am still walking it.
Here we are once again.
The roads to your dreams, are divided by your hopes for today.
Not knowing which way to turn only leads us to being stuck.
Stuck in a place that has not sand, and no way to move.
Yet you keep going on, hoping that tomorrow something new will come.
Then one day you realize you do not know what they are.
You are clinging to an idea from years past.
That you stop because you did not believe that it could live inside of you.
When will the time come that you can see all this through, or will they just stay a dream?
Walking the roads that holding my heart.
Now my head is hanging low as the trees tear it apart.
Looking at the houses that once stood tall.
Now falling to ground without a soul breath.
Looking ahead trying hard not look back.
I end up stuck in the middle while the light is no longer red.
Trying to figure which way to go.
I look back and see my path is not yet grown.
Wondering why this cannot be when this place is no longer me.
Then I realize this place is me.
This is my first destination, and it looks to be my last.
I see the hope that brings me here.
The story that gives love its wings.
My heart feels the things that no one could ever see.
I think I might cry the tears that gives me joy.
The sorrow that I have when you cross my mind.
Makes me wonder are my feet planted on the ground, or is this sky?
Am I buried in the sea, but somehow, I am breathing without you next to me?
I have all the hope that you will make it.
For me there is none.
I have failed so much that the heart aches no more.
The sent of you climbing to the top, only make me realize that I am at the bottom of the rock.
I cannot be the one next to you.
I can barely stand with the wind of the trees.
When I bow my head, it is not for grace.
The shame of being without is one that you should not see.
I must let you climb so that I can walk this lonely road.