The lonely road is calling me. It promised sanctuary from my sweet memories. I don't know where I'm going only where I've been. Are you really lost, if you have no where to go?
The lonely road is calling me. Its pathways are worn, torn, and in decay. What deed can I do? What can I say, to make this pain fade away.
The lonely road is calling me. Eternally lost, the signs help none. They point only to false promises and abandoned hope. I try to pay no heed to the sentinels. They have lost their allure.
The lonely road is calling me. My feet are fire leaping at each step. The end must be around the bend..... It has to be.
The lonely road is calling me. I don't know how much longer I can stand the endless road, with no repose. Will this journey ever end?
The lonely road is calling me. A porcelain doll sits by the wayside. Its delicate face is cracked; marred beauty abandoned after imperfection. I take it with me. We're like kindred spirits after all. Perhaps some child will take it in? ... I doubt it. Who would want a broken toy?
The lonely road is calling me. Its getting dark. The moon overthrows the sun, cutting off life giving light. Does it know what it has done? The road to hell was paved with good intentions. At least, I know what I'm walking on.
The lonely road is calling me. I'm at the journey's end. Even though the road goes on, I cannot begin again. A ruby-eyed priest has stolen my dreams. Delicate pieces are flying in the breeze; my reason for living tearing at the seams. I'm sorry I wasn't stronger. Someday you'll understand, someday you'll see. The lonely road, it was calling me.