I’ll Still Find My Way

Then turns to stone.
I've been moving most my years now, never rooted,
Never known.
Half a lifetime in the rearview,
Counting miles I never kept,
Opening doors before first light,
Shutting down before I slept.
Road keeps folding to the left side,
On the right you sit with me.
Started out as something fragile, now it holds unexpectedly.
I've been colder than I'm prouder,
Hard as ground that cracks in frost.