The Road

For the road my soul long
‘Cause there’s where it belong.

There is nothing like making
A road where none exists.
A whole terrain for the taking,
Always bring a new twist.

Mile after mile it grows,
Day after day it shows,
Metre after metre we mold,
Until finished product is behold.

A man on a journey is
Like and engineer making
A road; never seeing beyond
The next mile, the next curve.

For the road my soul long
‘Cause there’s where it belong.

The engineer follows his map
And compass; the man follows
His vision and soul. Both flows
On towards the final lap.

When journey end; the road done,
The Engineer, the man be
Looking to the horizon for-
Ward to the latest journey.

For the road maketh the man,
The journey his cross to bear.
Any real man will embrace
His calling and his journey.

For the road my soul long
‘Cause there’s where it belong.

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