"Look," he said. "I'll show you the way."

So I looked but he was wrong. That wasn't the way, so I walked further down the road.

"Come with me," she said. "I know the way-it's here with us. Come and play."

So with her I went and play I did but her's was not the way either so on I moved traversing the long, winding road.

"Stay," he said. "Stay with me. Mine is the only way."

So I stayed. Longer than I should have because his way was anger and words, violence and fists. Despite the pleas, the admonitions, the threats, I moved on once again, searching for the way.

"I love you," he said. "Together we'll make our way."

So hand in hand we walked the road until the day when we realized our love couldn't be the way.

So here I am, wandering still, trying to find MY way.