Lonely is the road
Especially at night,
So afraid, so anxious was I
To get to the other side of town
No one by my side to hold my hand,
Nothing except the roaming wind
Shaking the tree branches.
I want to stop –
The destination isn’t too far, and yet it was – I could make it another day.
But I know another day will come
Just like this,
And here I will be indecisive as today . . .
I brave my heart as I walk
And like that, the road isn’t so lonely after all.