Musical Accompaniment:
You can't get lost on a Roman road for all roads lead to Rome
But I can't read the way markers and I've traveled far from home
But I can't read the way markers and I've traveled far from home
I'm growing weary of the walking, my soles are long worn out
I've been tested by the elements, suffered blizzard, monsoon, drought
My fellow travelers all seem to know their destination
Yet I know not where I am headed despite all my meditation
I was never one to ask for help, I go it best alone
But all these years of wandering have lead me outside my comfort zone
Yet after inquires and petitions I soon learned to my dismay
There's no one else upon the road who can point me the right way
So I'll steel myself and carry on without a clue where I am going
I'll find out when I get there for the proof is in the knowing
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