The needs of a story

We could walk down a lane,
And care not where it goes.
But the need of a story
Is to be told.
Be it in solitude,
Be it in love,
A path may be lonely
The end may be sore.
Some ways be of love,
Some ends feats of lore.
For them that walk,
The ends are unknown
But in paths we take
Is beauty engraved in stone.