| My Road My road seems to have grown too long for my few years Memories of smiles and tears rise like dust from the trail that burns behind me Some particles swirl in the air around on an endless cycle that never finds the ground and floats behind me as I travel on The rest is a cloud that blows away as quickly as it rose in life Words, emotions, events that were not of enough importance to linger on fell and blew over like the stinging lies off a friend's tongue That brought tears to my eyes and added another obstacle to my road Rumors grow as weeds in the path that I leave behind Some too thick to struggle through while there are others that wither quickly for they lack real truth to water them Those that stand on are mistakes and mishaps I cannot change And looking back at those that wither and die I thank God For as I see the weeds of lies as they die I gain back my lost faith in those whose tongues spewed fallacies for the sake of entertainment And thus my road winds on Some dust trailing behind to carry me on and some blowing away to be forgotten Weeds remain to remind me of where I must strengthen And weeds die to remind me that lies though spread at any cost cannot survive without truth No matter how long my road winds How many weeds remain How many weeds die How much dust blows on I'll continue life's ride with God at my side |