My Story As I’ve Written It

Some time long ago in the follies of my youth

A rolling stone with no moss and no dust upon my boots

I roamed around the city of Angels just in case

I’d find one who’d offer me her love and her grace

With a voice oh so soothing, so warm her embrace

Beauty redefined by the smile on her face

Alas, there were none who’d save this poor soul

So I continued to roam with no aim or a goal

Life is a road with many forks, many turns

Sometimes turning back is the best lesson learned

You’ll crest many hills and the valleys they fall swift

You can plant your feet in the sand, but the tide it will shift

Your stance if you stand still and soon you will sink

You can drown yourself in sorrows, in drugs, or in drink

We’re all headed to the same fate, it’s sad but it’s true

If your story’s a blank page, then I feel bad for you

The miles fall behind me and my whole life it lies ahead

I settled for some comfort in a cold and quiet bed

She loved me, oh I’m sure, but I didn’t love her back

One foot out the door and a packed travel sack

‘Til one day she realized my gaze looked afar

Seeing right through her and her broken heart

I walked in one night to my cold and quiet home

Only now it was empty, so once again I roam

Life is a road with many forks, many turns

Sometimes turning back is the best lesson learned

You’ll crest many hills and the valleys they fall swift

You can plant your feet in the sand, but the tide it will shift

Your stance if you stand still and soon you will sink

You can drown yourself in sorrows, in drugs, or in drink

We’re all headed to the same fate, it’s sad but it’s true

If your story’s a blank page, then I feel bad for you

Some more time had passed and my soul it wore thin

Pursuing children’s fables, playing games no one wins

Then it struck me one evening like a warm summer wind

Miles from home in a city full of sin

The one whom I had searched and roamed this whole world for

Held her heart out before me, like she had years before

She said I am broken and my pieces will not mend

I said you need care and understanding with no conditions and no end

Life is a road with many forks, many turns

Sometimes turning back is the best lesson learned

You’ll crest many hills and the valleys they fall swift

You can plant your feet in the sand, but the tide it will shift

Your stance if you stand still and soon you will sink

You can drown yourself in sorrows, in drugs, or in drink

We’re all headed to the same fate, it’s sad but it’s true

If your story’s a blank page, then I feel bad for you

I took her in my arms this time, sure not to err again

I pronounced my love to her right there and then

I made her a mother and I made her my wife

I made her my partner, my friend, and my life

I put down my roots, my stone rolls no more

My gaze on life before me, not on some distant shore

I’ve made us a life and she’s made us a home

No longer shall I want, no longer shall I roam.

Life is a road with many forks, many turns

Sometimes turning back is the best lesson learned

You’ll crest many hills and the valleys they fall swift

You can plant your feet in the sand, but the tide it will shift

Your stance if you stand still and soon you will sink

You can drown yourself in sorrows, in drugs, or in drink

We’re all headed to the same fate, it’s sad but it’s true

If your story’s a blank page, then I feel bad for you

I took her in my arms this time, sure not to err again

I pronounced my love to her right there and then

I made her a mother and I made her my wife

I made her my partner, my friend, and my life

I put down my roots, my stone rolls no more

My gaze on life before me, not on some distant shore

I’ve made us a life and she’s made us a home

No longer shall I want, no longer shall I roam.

Life is a road with many forks, many turns

Sometimes turning back is the best lesson learned

You’ll crest many hills and the valleys they fall swift

You can plant your feet in the sand, but the tide it will shift

Your stance if you stand still and soon you will sink

You can drown yourself in sorrows, in drugs, or in drink

We’re all headed to the same fate, it’s sad but it’s true

If your story’s a blank page, then I feel bad for you