A Play
It is a winding road,
with twists and turns,
Full of mountains to climb and bridges to burn.
It's a garden in bloom,
with flowers of every hue,
Growing and changing,
through the seasons anew.
It's a ship on the ocean,
tossed by the waves,
With storms to weather and ports to pave.
A journey,
with no map or guide,
A mystery...
with twists and turns,
Full of mountains to climb and bridges to burn.
It's a garden in bloom,
with flowers of every hue,
Growing and changing,
through the seasons anew.
It's a ship on the ocean,
tossed by the waves,
With storms to weather and ports to pave.
A journey,
with no map or guide,
A mystery...