Smoothing out potholes, jump over pits.
roadblock to true happiness never quits.
Each time I stumble and fall on my face,
I pick myself up and get back into place.

Love waits around corners, so I press on,
sadness of broken heart, now be gone!!
Done feeling useless and so unwanted,
no more feel overwhelmed and daunted.

No love found for me in the arms I adore,
no looking back when I close this door.
Sometimes patches don't hold, they break,
torn to shreds on highway of heartache.

The road less traveled will be a lonely one,
where will it lead when my journey is done?
Will I stand alone when search is through,
or finally be able to forget about you?