There is a winding road that passes by my lips
and runs across my skin.
When I cry it crosses the music of my face
‘til my heart sings again.
A long time ago, I could not understand,
how to have the will
to let things go.
Now I’ve learned to let that winding road
display what I did not know.
Sometimes I yearned to growl and taste the pain
of the tear’s of another heart.
I forgot to take a place inside their skin ,
feel the truth of their hurt.
There is a winding road that passes by my lips
and runs across my skin.
It reminds me to see what lies underneath ,
the broken wing of a friend.