The long and winding road took an unexpected turn
Through fields of corn it winds
Damp clouds rising from the dewy ears
The road glistens wet from the late spring rain
All dust and cover washed away,
soon to be blown dry by a strong breeze
I follow the road, wherever it may take me
My hair ruffled and tossled
My cheeks cherry red
I see you in the distance
I keep on walking
And hope the road
brings me back to you
when i knock at your door
will you open it for me?
A23 // May 11, 2007
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