And with the intertwining roads
That stretch for miles
Ourselves are scattered along the country side
For we leave legacies of our trials
Not carried off in the freeing air
But eternally grounded for you and me
So we can look back on our dusty path
And witness a transformation to be seen
Bits and pieces of ourselves become fractures all a while
Breaking us, mending us, healing us, in time
Our inevitable crutch of character
Blossoming into who we need to shine