The Winding Road

On the winding road of life, often splattered with showers I found myself Caught in the fury of a storm, or lashed by the winds of change The trees were no shelter Drowned as they were, in tears Dripping on to me all their sorrows So I left, to walk on slippery road Hoping to slide on, all by myself Clutching the hand of Fate, as my sole comfort I saw, trudging along, dreams turning into dust Love collapsing like a sandcastle Promises broken like crystals Be it rain or sunshine on the winding road The trees soaked in a torrent of crying Or leaves shining with the birth of sunshine The winding road has no end For solitary, echoless footsteps.