Somwhere in the west beyond Glaciers glimmering white, Beyond cities of modern suffocation and delerium, settled upon rocky beaches that kiss only the waves and the forgotten creatures that wash upon it's hearth. This is where you'll find "the Road" as the locals may call her, Winding desperatly to find her ending, somwhere between a seashore and an eternal green forest. Her shoulders covered in the emerald moss that claims the trees and the earth surrounding. Though "the Road" may go nowhere she is well versed and well traveled. She listens quietly as the youth, entwine unskilled fingers in tangled hair And on those bright summer days that never actually become summer she is trampled by visitors who laugh shunnigly at her length. But still it watches as the winter sun never rises and in the spring weddings march down to her chapel. Late at night when Juneau rests peacefully in her mirth "The Road" laughs for she is the heart to the beauty of this place. She will show you The foaming green glacial waters, And Dolphins at play, She will embrace you in angelic forests where Devils paw lay. In her brief stretch she can show you the world, If you'll only let her lead.