The winding roads,
the never-ending lanes,
where are they going?
Are they leading somewhere?
Maybe to everyone's destination?
Is there a light at the end of the path?
A home and a warm embrace one can go to?
A warm hearth,
a loving kiss,
isn't that what all of us are
looking for, at the end of the road?
A loving smile would make the day,
and take all the tiredness away.
Yes, the winding roads would come to an end.
And, lead me to a place,
where I am wanted and loved,
I am sure of that.
Home is where the hearh is.
And, that very faith,
keeps me going,
through these winding roads.
(written on June 26, 2001 at 4.44 P.M. London time)