The Lonely Road I tred a path too few have trod I walk a narrow way, most favor the broad What I do brings no fortune or fame sometimes it brings a smile, oft only shame Occasionally a friend will walk along with me but rarely enough do they see what I see So on this long road, I oft feel alone I stop and think, and then I groan for I tred a path too few have trod I walk a narrow way, most favor the broad. Continue