Sunday, May 28, 2017

Not Every Road Leads To Gold

NOT EVERY ROAD LEADS TO GOLD - Written by Carroll Bryant


There doesn't seem to be a way
To talk about these things
A homeless man with nothing to say
And nowhere to begin 

I guess it's hard for me 
I'm living in his fantasy
I wonder if there's something I can do?

Which way to heaven?
Where can I find the answers that will help me grow?
Is it right to question or make a good suggestion?
I guess not every road leads to gold

I see the children playing
They have a shine of their own
In between the laughter I'm hearing
Someone is afraid to go home 

I guess it's hard for me
I'm at peace with my reality 
I wonder if there's something I can do?

Which way to heaven?
Is there an angel lost out in the cold?
Who am I to question or make a good suggestion?
I guess not every road leads to gold

There's a bruise upon the face of this lady that I see
Her husband is walking away when he sees me
No black eye can hide the shame
No bleeding lip can go in vain
So, why this burden I feel when she can just walk away?

Why doesn't she just walk away?

There doesn't seem to be a way
To write about these things
A lonely man who lives each day
That seems to never end for him

I guess it's hard for me
I'm sitting here with my family
I know that there is something that I can do

And you can too

This way to heaven
I see the answers and now I do know
There's nothing more to question or to make a good suggestion
I guess not every road leads to gold

Oh, no
Not every road leads to gold





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