Where the winding road leads
will be our merry way.
Across the hills and valleys,
we musn’t longer stay.
Although the sun sets slowly
night will soon arrive.
So let us go farther
and greet another sky.
But if you get homesick,
take my hand in yours.
For when we shut one door,
another one is ours.
So beautiful!
Thanks!
I liked this..The rhyme is smooth
So glad you do. =)