Crossroads

by Sydney M.
(Round Rock, TX)


Okay, now this song has inspired me to write a story that is kind based on what the lyres say.

"Cedarwood Road"

I was running down the road
The fear was all I knew
I was looking for a soul that’s real
Then I ran into you
And that cherry blossom tree
Was a gateway to the sun
And friendship once it’s won
It’s won… it’s won

Northside just across the river to the Southside
That’s a long way here

All the green and all the gold
The hurt you hide, the joy you hold
The foolish pride that gets you out the door
Up on Cedarwood, Cedarwood Road

Sleepwalking down the road
Not waking from these dreams
‘Cause it’s never dead it’s still in my head
It was a warzone in my teens
I’m still standing on that street
Still need an enemy
The worst ones I can’t see
You can… you can

Northside just across the river from the Southside
That’s a long way here

All the green and all the gold
The hurt you hide and the joy you hold
The foolish pride that sends you back for more
Up on Cedarwood, Cedarwood Road

If the door is open it isn’t theft
You can’t return to where you’ve never left
Blossoms falling from a tree
They cover you and cover me
Symbols clashing, bibles smashing
Paint the world you need to see
Sometimes fear's the only place we can call our home
Cedarwood Road

And heart that is broken
Is a heart that is open, open, open

Okay now, we’ve got the lyrics; time for me to tell you the story that I just created.




I was running down the a dirt road away from home, away from that barn—away, away was all a could think. Away from that horrible, horrible place… away from that person who did it. And now they wanted me to get back in the game; no sir ree bob! Running was all I could do now, I ran and ran until… suddenly, a wild horse… reddish-brown sorrel the color of fire zoomed past.

“Wow!” I exclaimed, “What a blur!!”

The horse stopped, turned it head and walk toward me. “Hey there girl” I stroked her mane gently. “What’s your name?”

A silence fell, “Well, I’ll call you… hmmm…” I thought and thought, “Well, let me just say that I love your fiery spirit…” she nuzzled me in the ribs. “Whoa, whoa, whoa girl.” I scratched my chin. “Now how about Whirlwind or Fire’ N Ice?” I thought long and hard about those two names for some time; finally, I had it! “How about I call you Whirlwind as an everyday name, but Fire’ N Ice will be a secret code name in case you get lost... and if and when I decide to enter you in some kind of horseshow down the road will say Fire’ N Ice is our show name too, okay?"

Whirlwind nickered excitedly.

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