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THE ROAD TO NOWHERE Many a mile I've traveled the road and many a night I've looked back to see if what used to be beckons homeward, yet any direction I lack. The road is full of twists and turns and nowhere do I see a sign that would lead me to the finish so for now I'm just marking time. The salty tears I've carried with me do little to ease the pain of today. I've carried all the grief I've known and somehow I've lost my way. Still I believe that if I keep going the road will lead to a happy end and I will feel right at home at last somewhere beyond the next bend. I've got to renew my faith and trust and take life like a woman should. I've got to generate some spunk and see that my life can be good. If you have to travel down the road and you somehow feel all is lost, it wouldn't hurt to turn right around no matter what the pain has cost. I was on the road to nowhere so I turned around and went home, It's a winding road I have followed and I had walked it all alone. ** #1378289 Not An Image ** 1/21/08
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