the road winds ever on
North, South, East and West
ever seeking, my final rest
said and done, both good and bad
some I wish, I never had
can't go back, or change the past
it will there, forever last
time will tell, what is to be
as for now, we shall see
pain so deep, it has no end
the fighting it, is just pretend
letting go, to ease the pain
not so easy, when you're sane
traveling roads, that wind and curve
looking for, what you deserve
a chance to see, what's around the bend
one last look, at a lover or friend
I may not make it, through the year
but if I do, I hope you're here
and as my cycle's wind dies down
in the end, there is no sound
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