Road of Life

The story, which is going to be told,
The story, which is written in the bold,
The story about road of life,
The story about how eternal is this strife.
Harsh lessons are being taught,
But still none has noticed
That this thing cannot be bought,
No matter how much you’ve paid
All expectations might
Burn in the flamy hand
Of mine, which is guidance light
For the people swimming around this land
With a road
Of life
Where so many are lost

Looking up in the sky, crying
Asking
Why this spark created flame
While they
Watch the sky crying with them
Overwhelmed
By the rain pouring,
Answering
Their call

A burning house, a drown person
Reality of life is so scaresome
We face it, we play with it
We are the road of life

Round this odd circle goes of mine
Strangely spinning all the time
Will this lead me?
To the place I seek,
Because my will
Becomes so weak
This trip within the road of life
Slowly, constantly is…considerately killing me
As the walls go tight,
As the air ain’t light
Difficult to breath, difficult to see in this life,
Difficult to walk, difficult to be without the
                                              guidance light
I don’t hide, I don’t hide, I don’t hide
Within the road
Of life
Where so many are lost
Waiting for the sun to rise
In desire
To continue this trip in the daylight,
So they might
Finish it, while houses are burning,
People dying, cities falling,
Pieces are being flushed down,
But the pieces fit
They always did

All the paths we’ve chosen
As well as the paths which were written,
Tediously, slowly, with a hand shaking
We discover the path designed for each one of us
It becomes a matter of trust
With whom are we sharing it

Hiding within our comfortable places,
Not even knowing how vulnerable they are
Being scared of life as a road itself
Not even knowing, where this is going to lead
Someone has pushed us in,
We can’t stop
Within the road of life,
Where so many are lost

Parent hitting his child,
Hoping
This will shape child’s mind,
Crying
Hoping parent will understand,
Seaching for someone in the crowd
With child’s fearfull eyes
To give him
A
Hand

We’ve been strong so far
We haven’t stopped on our way.
Should I try to persuade
You not to try the other way?