The road winds gently, cold yet true,
A path that stretches past the view.
Between the hills, through frost and stone,
A journey made by you, alone.

Though crowds surround our fleeting days,
This quiet path awaits always.
For when the noise begins to fade,
It’s on this road our steps are laid.

Let the sky be vast, the air serene,
The trees a witness to what’s unseen.
For every soul must find its grace,
On this lonely road, their final place.