A DARK ROAD


  Surrounded by trees, so old on either side, a dark road,
 far and wide,


  It is said that this road steals what and whom passes on by 
  On a certain night.


  The sun never shines on this long and winding road that 
  creates many cries,


  Within the trees, beyond the road that rests in darkness, 
  Sleeps a mystery.


  A quiet morning drive across the country seems peaceful, 
  But something waits,


  A dark road exists, as all around it, something wakes and
  Waits for total darkness.


  Beautiful hills, and mountains have been here for so long but 
  There's a new resident here,


  An evil force, could this be a monster that's never seen, a dark      
  road where dreams are taken away.

                      Keith Garrett