There's a path that goes and goes,
To a place I used to know.
Where the grass is green with the smell of spring.
A place not many would know.
The song I sing reminds me of things,
That had wished our future to show.
The path that goes, does take me home,
From the snow to the end of the road.
At the end, of the very last bend,
Is the home that I have come to know.
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PoetryA compilation of poetry that describes love, loss and hardship.
