Roadways
There is a pulling in my heart,
The cause of which I do not know;
Perhaps a longing for the past,
Or making room for love to grow
Whichever way my heart is led –
Down dusty roads that leave me cold,
Or cobbled streets that catch the sun –
I know it will be for the best
For whether I find love or pain,
My heart will beat just as it has,
Not fearing darkness that awaits,
Though roads must end, and end the same.
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