Life is a winding journey
That has made my heart weary.
These feet that walk this road,
Have bled crimson as I grow old.
As gray comes to this head,
Before I am burried and dead,
I listen to what people said
And cry tears of crimson read.
Life is a winding journey,
That has ended for me.
As I pass in this veil peacefully,
I conclude this life's odyssey.
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short and sweet! im sure most can relate to this good job god luck thanks for entering

