The road upon that which I stand
has many, many twists and turns.
Though, it is still a part of the land,
a land that has yet to be burned.
All aside the path that lay ahead,
the path I fled from; tomorrow,
I see angels among flower beds,
who wish to take away my sorrow.
I am not sure what that means,
but it means something, I’m sure.
And even if you haven’t seen what I’ve seen,
just know that there is a future.
The road upon that which I stand
has many ups, and many more downs,
but though I am just a simple man,
I can still turn things around.
Beside the road I travel down,
do the flowers ever grow upright.
They no longer wilt, nor drown;
always smiling when there’s sunlight.
Oh, how I wish there was a way
to bring those flowers onto this path,
to show them how not to be afraid;
to look beyond the aftermath.
The end upon that which I’ve neared,
I wish not for it to last forever;
for the end is not our greatest fear,
but rather it is not remaining together,
on the road upon that which I stand.
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