On a dusty, rusty path I walk
Careful not to fall between the cracks
On a lonely stony road I travel
The sun beats on my back
I dare not look behind me
There is so much to fear
The green pastures I have left behind
The waters I hold dear
On a burning, yearning street I step
The ground that burns my feet
On a maddened, hardened avenue
My cold heart slows its beat
I run away from everything
There is so much to hate
The pleasures, love, have now been passed
No patience, no care to wait
On a hopeless, pointless road we walk
On a useless, fruitless ground
Because it is our choice to walk
Or to take a the turn around
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