The Long Road Home

The long road looks pure
When it’s laid out before you
And you’re still not sure
Just where the end leads to
But not far down the line
You see the first crack
Without a warning sign
Now there’s no turning back
On the whole, it’s still flawless
And the horizon, so far
Then you see signs of distress
More of the pavement is marred
And the more that you find
The more that you see
The road now looks unkind
And there’s no way to be freed
Your attention is captured
By every crack and pebble
Your view is all fractured
You think it’s better to be a rebel
The funny thing about it
There’s still a long way to go
Despite all that you’ve doubted
Despite all you now know
The road may be imperfect
And for parts, you’ll be alone
But what you saw when you started deserves respect
And, in the end, this is your road home




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