There are a million ways to say nothing;
But, tears they tell a story of their own.
And, smiles that break midway,
And eyes that refuse to meet.
Roads that go nowhere are often forgotten;
The roads that lead to pain are avoided.
What about the road that leads to the mountains?
That road, it leads to a place that never moves.
Constant, rigid and remorseless,
It tests on whims and declares winner, the one who scales the heights.
But, tears they tell a story of their own.
And, smiles that break midway,
And eyes that refuse to meet.
Roads that go nowhere are often forgotten;
The roads that lead to pain are avoided.
What about the road that leads to the mountains?
That road, it leads to a place that never moves.
Constant, rigid and remorseless,
It tests on whims and declares winner, the one who scales the heights.
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