On winding roads, where shadows play,
We tread on dreams, both night and day.
With each step, a choice unfolds,
A story written, yet untold.
The crossroads call, with silent voice,
Beckoning hearts to make their choice.
Paths converge, then drift apart,
Leaving marks upon the heart.
Through forests dense and valleys deep,
We journey on where secrets keep.
The road ahead, both dark and bright,
Guides us through the endless night.
Until we find our destined place,
We walk with hope, and gentle grace.
On roads less traveled, we discover,
The ties that bind one to another.