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