THE THINGS WE LEAVE BEHIND:
Life’s roads continue winding, with every bend and fork I face. I will no longer falter or slow down - these roads will always change. Destiny is shaped by which I take. A blur of white lines guide the way but it’s something that I must face. I’ve been stuck in this town all of my life - everything I long for seems so distant. The only thing that holds me here is family and only the memories can be carried with me. As I walk this path I may feel alone, but while there’s still blood in my veins I will find my way.
I've got to get out; I want to get out. I'll leave this town but I’ll never forget; hold the memories close and swallow regret - leave this town. I’ve got to get out; I need to get out – so sick of routine. These shattered dreams can set me free, I’ll rebuild each piece. Everyone bone in me, screams for release. Leave it all behind. Get me out. Still searching for the right road. Blinding lights and sequenced lines mark the way - I try to keep my sight, lift my chin and keep my head up high. This road I take is silent yet my thoughts resonate, as I try to find direction on a road where slowing down isn’t an option.
There’s no hope of slowing down; feel the wind against your face and follow that road past darkness and hope. It’s a chance we have to take; eventually things will fall into place.
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