To pass between, these winter walls, While traveling at night, Taken by reflection, I mine my life
The trees have seen me come this way, Many times at any hours. They stand on both sides, And greet me, as I pass.
A time and place, where winter begins, I see inspiring sights. Reminiscent of years gone by, I mine my life.
I am, being expected, by those who are waiting at home. Taking caution, knowing I’m guided by white lines covered in snow.
On occasion I pass through, From the life I build, To the life I knew.
Only the trees would have seen, Who held the wheel. Only they would have seen, When I grew tired of travel.
Only the trees would have seen, Who held the wheel. Only they would have seen, When I lost control.
In desperate times, in such desperation, This long road traveled once left me behind. Now used, for gaining momentum, The theme of it all, Defines my life.