e x p r e s s i o n
Crossroad
One day we came upon a crossroad
You went your way and I went mine
I followed the crowd, you journeyed alone
I could see you waving as I joined the mass
I’m just a speckle in the crowd
A voice that goes unheard
As the season’s days and nights slowly pass
The city streets of gold once traveled by me and you
The long dusty road voyaged only by a daring few
The safety in packs, a ghost in the crowd
I walk each day underneath the same black cloud
Yet you took the crossroad
In which you stood on your own
You held out your hand for me to hold
You asked me to join you but I veered away
I live in regret as time passes by
If only I had walked with you that day
On that long dusty road
I remember that moment at the crossroad
When you held your hand out to mine
You glanced at me with daring eyes
I looked out in fear at the long dusty road
I turned my head and walked away
Toward the shiny streets of gold
Now I’m lost and hidden in the crowds’ cries
The city streets of gold entice lost souls like me
The long dusty road defies the safety of conformity
You bravely traveled alone, and set your pace
I followed the crowd; I’m just a ghost with a nameless face
You took the crossroad
In which you stood on your own
You held out your hand for me to hold
You asked me to join you but I veered away
I live in regret as time passes by
If only I had walked with you that day
On that long dusty road
Back
Copyright © 2001 Rachel Young
|
