IRC-Galleria

"Now, in the end of my highway
I'm sitting, thinking what I've done
Feeling so tired, so hollow
Has it all been done in vain"

No light to guide my pathing
No burning flame felt inside
Just the dead woods surrounding
In all but in memories I'll die

Maybe
Sometimes we must step from what we own
To something different; to the unknown
There's no point of getting the things done
The time will come for everyone
So many things to see, things to be done
But don't haste, there is no need to run
Make those paths just the way you like
Walk on your very own highway of life

This child, abandonded and alone
Walking towards his ending day
Attracted by the only, distant light
He knows it is the only way

Guided by the light of lantern
The dark child walks his path
Without will of life nor hope
He's cursed to end by his own wrath

Once a bright look on his face
Travelled this boy onwards with pride
The power that made him finish his days
The warm, tender flame inside

Maybe
Sometimes we must step from what we own
To something different; to the unknown
There's no point of getting things done
The time will come for everyone
So many things to see, things to be done
But don't haste, there is no need to run
Make those paths just the way you like
Walk on your very own highway of life

"Now, in the end of my highway
Its cold and bitter end I see
Do not worry, I'll be okay
Soon I'll finally be set free"