I'm told there is light to bestow//Whether it be premonition or afterglow...
As a Gemstone Facet
Gilded Stringer
To all who wander, life is their stringer//Each one to their own way
Down That Golden Road
Walk down that golden road to wherever it goes...
Good Company
I hope that this long road leads to opalescent dreams...
Road to Gilead
I could use a gentle rain as I walk the road to Gilead...
Things Tend to Hide
The end of the road is not visible from here...
This is My Path
This is my wont, this is my path...
Again.
Good night, my friend, and tell me where are you going again?
One Road
There must come a point when I might become my own.
December Rose 