sometimes the way is damp
although the stream is dry
and when I hope for some kind word
the people pass me by
the trees that shade the sun
breathe chillness in the air
and though I long for warmer days
fall's coming everywhere
when down the path I ran
you lagged a ways behind
but when I slowed you sped ahead
what did you have in mind
the faces through the years
some stay while others go
if winter's frost were tempered down
they could relax I know
the road can stretch for miles
so lonely is the way
my steps don't match the friends I've had
and I've no place to stay
but in the stillness deep
the whisper still can come
the narrow path is worth the risk
the ending lies at home
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