When roads get crowded
Those with an inner compass
Take paths less travelled
When roads get crowded
Those with an inner compass
Take paths less travelled
rousted from slumber
sputtering before roaring
lawnmower devours
splashes of colors
on road from innocence
mark where angels wept
black and white squeeze toy
squeaking and running to door
protect me mommy
voices of young leaves
flow of joyful melody
hollow hearts resound