Cross by the Roadside

[Verse] There's a cross by the roadside, where the highway bends, A token of sorrow, where memories transcend, Wind whispers tales of where lives once entwined, Lost in the moments, and in hearts confined. [Verse 2] Flowers and photos, they fade in the sun, A testament to journeys that never outrun, Tears on the gravel, and prayers in the night, For souls now in peace, in the heavenly light. [Chorus] At the cross by the roadside, love echoes in pain, In the heart of the country, where the scars remain, Stories of heartache, and whispers of hope, In the bloom of each flower, we learn how to cope. [Verse 3] On quiet Sunday mornings, folks stop by to weep, With hands clasped together, their promises keep, They linger a moment, then head down the road, With hearts a bit heavier, lighter the load. [Verse 4] The seasons keep turning, the grass will regrow, But the cross stands a marker, for those on their way, A symbol of heartache, a sign of the love, That fleets with the time, but remains up above. [Chorus] At the cross by the roadside, love echoes in pain, In the heart of the country, where the scars remain, Stories of heartache, and whispers of hope, In the bloom of each flower, we learn how to cope.