The Black Road


A million peole

A hundred roads

All of different colors

A red

A blue

A green 

A yellow

A white

And many others

But all lead to

The Black Road

When most see it

They try to head back

But all the gates have been closed

A teacher

A doctor

A housewife

A lover

A child

And many others

But all must fallow

The Black Road

But there are a few

That admirable few

That head on the road with pride

A preacher

A soldier

A singer

A builder

A poet

And many others

Gladly walk

The Black Road



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