The road was dust, the road was stone,
It held me tight, it led me home.
It twisted far through joy and pain,
It bore the weight of loss and gain.

And though my steps have wandered wide,
The road still calls, it walks beside.
For every journey, every mile,
Is carved in dust, is etched in time.

The road has shaped the soul I bear,
And though I leave, it’s always there.