The Roaming Road - Conro

The roaming road

Familiar as it seems

Will make it back to me

The changing time

Has pushed me back to start

Let’s count the odds of luck

The name of wealth

Was never close to me

Far as the desert heat

Carry on

Walking with a crutch

'Cause hard work was supposed to pay

The mind is stuck

A trigger on a broken gun

I cannot replace

I too lie

But you still can’t see

So read my mind

'Cause words don’t stand a chance

The roaming road

Made it clear to me

It’s who I choose to be