I Walked Along a Winding Road

I walk along the winding road

I cannot see the end

This road is like my life, I think,

I can’t see ’round the bend.

Life is like that winding road,

All valleys, rocks, and hills.

Who are we to know the path

That leads ’round the wondering rills?

Some day our roads will come to end

And what will we have seen?

A million views, a passing cruise,

Of what really might have been.