The Road Sometimes the night is so dark and lonely, and the road so long. I drive through the rain, not enough to pour, just a cold drizzle, messing up the view, And think to myself, how nice it would be to have some one to talk to,  to sing with. And every time I think it might work, and every time I think I see  the light on the horizon, it's not the "one"... the light I think I see is a set of headlights going by on the other  side  of the divided highway. So I pray, and scream at the sky, and tell God (ask God) (demand of God) (bargain with God) (cry and sob at God) to send me my special someone. I wonder,  am I not looking hard enough? I wonder,  is there something wrong with me? too tall,  too big,  not pretty enough,  too weird? And then I remember that love doesn't care about those things, love is a heart-thing, not a head-thing. Real love is a "you"-thing,  Not a "me"-thing. So, I keep going on, Sometimes searching, Sometimes, just enjoying the ride, Lookin' at the scenery going by... © 1998 - 2000 Lisa Alekna This can also be found here: http://www.seanet.com/~lindquist/Road.html. (I'm published!!)