The Road

The Road

Dust from the road flies up behind me
Got so far to go, so many places to see
As the trees and hills become a blur beside me
I suddenly realize I'm not so free

For along withthe things I leave behind
Are the people who've touched me, both cruel and kind
And although I see them in my mind
I fear that soon I may be blind

Children grow old, it's just a matter of years
And then we are told to hold back our tears

But along with the things we hold inside
Are the feelings and truths we try to hide
And when our hearts have almost died
We realize how long we've lied

Dust from the road flies up behind me
Got so far to go, so much more to grow
As the trees and hills become a blur beside me
I suddenly see how much more I can be

And although I've left some of you behind
I can keep you in my heart and mind
And as this dusty road unwinds
I'll know who I am from who I've left behind