| Sarah Road |
| There is a path that is known as sarah road at first you might miss it, once you see it , it comes so bold in the spring time it's sunny, in winter it's solomn and cold that is the path that is know as sarah road it runs right by a glimmering lake and stream to the other side is farm land, where life is reamed ?too few have across it, more, others have just dreamed i always hoped that i would somehow get lost and grow then find myself on the path that is known as sarah road the trees are dense, but the sky isn't seldom seen trampling on the dust and dirt, the travelers still remain clean well north is north and south is south and i'm somewhere in between so close to lost, sitting here growing old sitting on the path that is known as sarah road too grow tired of it's amazing winds, would be to know all just left of heaven, so near to hell, still, i follow the call to measure twenty years is to feel two hundred miles old littered are trips to fall, and you'll always stub your toes continuously never getting past what is known as sarah road now some guys felt they didn't go quite far enough and others insisted they'd seen it all, went to try some other new stuff time still passes and comers still go, through the clearing in the rough all living things will end at the same spot, though they'll all end on that path that is know as sarah road always looking for that path that is known as sarah road there just isn't any other path quite like sarah road |