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I know this road, I call it home Familiar it is and yet so cold But just around the bend lies a path Never taken before Merely glimpsed, a passerby And yet I cannot shake it There is a bird I often see Always a stone at his feet Later will come tomorrow And will it be so bad? She is here and she is now She is warm and I forget How many times have I wondered How green the grass can be ? How many times have I wanted To take that faithful leap? How can I leave what I have found? How will I know what to be? Why can't I settle for the hand not bitten? The hand so ready to feed? From Letras Mania