Seasons of the Mind

The road

I'm still feeling like a little boy

reaching for his daddys hand.

Walking on this lonely sidewalk,

without hope and without plans.

Never prepared for what was coming,

all the pain and all the sorrow,

all the fears and all the tears

becoming more with every new tomorrow

Everywhere i see destruction,

people facing death without a home.

Wars fed by suits of greed and of corruption,

But we have to see we aren't fighting here alone.

I've lost people that i loved along the way,

grew weary and lead myself astray.

But now i'm telling all my friends and family

hoping they are joining in with me.

We all deserve a chance at freedom

and see love and hope as we grow old

i'll ride with you into the future

and our fuel will be heart and soul.