The road
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Because the road we’ve been through is not the same But always stops by in the same place Where we feel alone, scared and asking Is this life really a gift or a test ? We may record in mind while passing the road How blue the sky and the ocean ever colored The night ever darkened us with its restless And the greeny woods that cheer our eyes Won’t be sure of course that we will find reasons To really know ourselves Life is not just the roads we can walk away Once is a waiting time, unlike in a station or bus halt Here no crowds stop for a second nor tears figure a song The rain falls does not always mean a blessing Sometime it gives us a bad weather, cold and sleeping Then when we wake up in the morning, we feel missing
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