Before me unwinds a lonely road
Takes me by my hand,
careless of what lies ahead, i follow
comforted by the muddied sand.
I feel an urge to turn back and see
Someone’s calling afar and low.
Who is he, oh could it be
An anxious friend or a faceless foe?
O wind, who bends the strongest tree
Its just a play for
you
Blow the sands on the path i leave
Erase that i’ve been here too.
On this lonely road, I will follow the unknown
With no foes or friends beside, some paths are ambled alone.
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