MILES TO GO

THERE'S BEEN SO MANY MILES OF PAIN I'VE TRAVELED
​AND THE DUST IS STILL IN MY CLOTHES,
I OFTEN TRY TO BRUSH IT OFF, AND THAT'S WHEN IT GETS IN MY NOSE.
​MY EYES MAY WATER,
​MY BREATH MAY CHANGE,
​A TEAR MAY COME, BUT I'LL BE OKAY.

THOSE ARE THE MILES THAT HERE HAVE BEEN,
​FOR I STILL HAVE SEVERAL MILES TO GO.