Cold black stone
Left me standing here all alone
A road I’ve found no end
So many bumps and turns
Still you leave me with another bend
Twisted and curved, I follow
Deep within my heart, cold and hollow
Winding and turning I continue on
So many roads have come and gone
One day I set out to find the right path
Frustrated, sad and confused
Only to find myself feeling its wrath
I moved along
My soul, tormented and bruised
Standing at a fork in this God forsaken place
Tired, scared, and all alone
Tears of sorrow streaked my face
I fall, hitting hard, the cold black stone
A gentle touch upon my shoulder
Not knowing, not willing to understand
I turned, only to see you standing there
With an outstretched arm and a helping hand
I thank God for the day I met you
And smile each time you look my way
The road has been warmed,
My sorrows have been tamed
Within my heart your friendship and love
Will always remain
So the next road I travel, frightening and new
I will walk without pain or sorrow
Not before, but knowing this now
All my roads will lead back to you
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