The Way

A maid one day was walking
on a broken dusty road
the thoughts within her heart and mind were such a heavy load
her feet they bleed, her heart it broke
she longed to find her place
for this she kept on walking at a slow but steady pace

As day turned into evening
she tried to sit and rest
to figure out what happened
and which route was the best
the road behind her filled with pain was not an option now
A new life it awaited her
somewhere, somewhen, somehow.

The evening turned to nightime
alone and quite afraid
within the fitful dreams she had
a descision she had made

The earth began to waken
the birds began to sing
her eyes they slowly opened
and the brightness shone within

The dusty broken road she trod
became a kinder sight
she knew that He was waiting there
the Man she saw at night
today it was a new day
the pain was nearly gone
her feet they would remind her that some pain in life goes on

So on the broken road she walks
her heart a little lighter
the spark that makes her eyes shine bright
well..it shines a little brighter