Song of the Road

There are a thousand ways, a billion paths, and yet one road is right. A road, a hard and dreary road, the only road that leads me home. And oh! how I long to go home, to rest from these weary wanderings. My feet are tired, my back is sore, my eyes grow bleary in the night, and still the road stretches on. The songs we sung—but no one is here to sing with me, and my voice has grown so harsh. A memory, still, of that tune we sang so long ago when this journey was first begun…