I traverse an old,tattered and lonely road
My only companion who lingers a little behind
Caresses my soul with his foreboding ode
And as the ancient psalm is strung and told
I somber down this path of lies and shine
Just to overcome obstacles and severed dreams
The like of which only death could weave
I feel eyes that do not wish to grieve
Lined up on the river sticks caught in a scream
Right before my soul flickers out into the late
I realize through all the many scrapes
That life is real and there is no escape
From my companion who does believe in fate
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