Miles of Memories

You have to face your demons sometimes. They're always hiding in- in the

bend. This road of life don't run a straight line. It curves and

twists, just round the end. Sometimes the sky opens wide and

clear. Sometimes the storm comes roaring near. There's beauty in the hardest climbs.

A view that steals your breath away. But then you're running from the

black clouds. That chase the sun and steal the day. You hold your

coat against the cold. Still walking down that road alone. But every mile

has a memory. Every bruise, another song. Even pain can feel like company