Treasure Island

bobby kramer jr.

(8-12-82 / Phoenix, Az)


A lonely road I walk on
with nobody around
just the trees in the distance
and the rocks and dirt on the ground.
I was told there was happiness
beyond, where this road goes
happiness is what I lack
and in my smile it shows.
this emotion I long for
It has been quite sometime
since, I felt this inside my heart
a happiness that's all mine.
I know it's out there somewhere
to the end, I must now go
walking down this lonely road
what to expect, I do not know.
embarking on this journey
is something I must do
I felt this emptiness for to long
and somehow I seen it through.
I can't let nothing get me down
I have to give all of me
I have to make it all the way
at the end, happiness waits for me.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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